<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:49:51.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here's looking at you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-114624749848891556</id><published>2006-04-28T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:04:58.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Alright alright. I apologize for not posting. But everytime i look at blogger, and try and type an entry, i think of all the things i could be doing with that time, like checking out youtube.com, or wasting away my brains with trashy american tv. And you gotta admit, the latter sounds better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. In order to stop all the nagging, here i am, updating you on my uber cool life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting back from easter break: I went to watch WICKED! And geez, before some of you think it's some XXX porn with women wearing witches costumes, prancing around on their brooms, having kinky sex with their black cats (EEEW!), let me just add that it really is a musical. Broadway baby, broadway. And i must say, it was phenomenal. Absolutely. The singing and dancing and all that good stuff. It was so inspiring that I got conned into buying a sweatshirt with the word WICKED printed on it for USD$60. Talk about being suckered. But that is that.  Oh oh, for those of you who love musicals (like lings!), eat my dust! I am watching the phantom in december. In fact, i already bought the tickets. And no no, i swear to god its not the singaporean kiasu-ism kicking in, where i would already plan my grave plot, and put deposit down for that spot. I am NOT that kiasu. It's just that the tickets get sold out so damn fast that it's really do or die, now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, back to reality. Law is actually pretty interesting, in the boring way. But i have a phenomenal teacher who really tries hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a moot court. I swear. A court case. My partner and I had to argue a case in front of a real life (omg! real life!) judge. And our opponents were two guys who were pretty good (other than the fact that one of them had gum in his mouth the whole time we were in 'court' - is this some kinda new fad that i don't know of?? chewing gum while talking to someone sooo senior in status? friiiiikin' christ. the manners these youngsters have!). But if i must say so, we did kick some ass. So woot woot. We got an A on our case brief and oral argument. Our case brief was 14 pages long, stating our stand, and how we were going to defend our 'client'. The most tedious thing ever, but I am so unbelievably proud of it. Or maybe i am proud of it because I got an A. I don't know. Ah, why argue about whether the chicken or the egg came first. I have better things to do, like smoke pot. Ok. i kid. I don't (smoke pot, that is. Or anything other things there are to smoke). That stuff is bad for your brains, so kids.. don't do it at home. Or anywhere else for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And finals are coming up. Really really soon. Like next-week soon. Sighhh. My prof is convinced that I am going to fail, and then i will have to take the slow boat back to china. He then finishes that statement by saying, "you have such great humor for an alien. I love you. you are my favourite student." How should I take this? Should I be shaking my fist in rage, or be blushing with pleasure? What the heck. I just smile and take it, and if my teacher's assistant is right, my polite demeanor is actually going to get me extra points for my participation grade. Turns out my prof really does like me (and he actually tells all his other classes about his resident alien in class whom he loves. geez. In case some of you don't get it, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; am the foreign alien!) So maybe, it will pay off. Me putting up with that abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the world coming to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posted at 2.03 pm, 28th April 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-114624749848891556?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/114624749848891556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=114624749848891556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/114624749848891556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/114624749848891556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-114114416791072767</id><published>2006-02-28T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:32:37.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attorney, lawyers, bah</title><content type='html'>Have i mentioned that Law sucks? It sucks major man! And the US law? it's so screwed up that it's not worth even talking about. No wonder they have so much problems here. The second amendment gives individuals the right to bear arms, so i guess its no wonder why people here are shooting each other left and right. And they say we are nuts?? No shit. My business stats prof thinks we are awful for canning that poor american boy (that idiot who vandalized, and allowed himself to get caught. just for that kinda stupidity, he deserved to be caned). "Sure, he deserves it, but wow, caning. That is extreme." Please, spare me all that big talk. No wonder so many people here have so much shit going on in their lives. If you ask me (and i'm sure you are dying to know), they have no laws to guide them, and to set things straight for them. The laws are either too strict (no drinking under the ages of 21), or too lenient (i'm pretty sure one of the laws say: "Hey, let's drink, smoke weed and be merry. There is nothing else like it to boost the economy!") - hey, did you notice it rhythmed???? awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I have a lot to complain about because i just took a test and it sucked. Sucked. I can't stress that enough. Who gives a shit about the compelling state law? Not me, that's for sure. Geewhiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i dont want to spoil this for all the other wannabe law students, but (and rj, you know i'm talking about you) seriously, there must be better things to do. Sure, we need doctors, indian chiefs, poor men, rich men, beggar or thieves, but do we really need more lawyers in our god-awful world? No wonder Henry VI said, "The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear ya man, i hear ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 5.31pm, Feb 28, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-114114416791072767?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/114114416791072767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=114114416791072767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/114114416791072767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/114114416791072767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2006/02/attorney-lawyers-bah.html' title='Attorney, lawyers, bah'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-114049634840785344</id><published>2006-02-20T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:32:28.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>days go by so slowly</title><content type='html'>ALright. I'm sorry val! I know i promised you that i would update this damn thing called my blog. And i swear i was about to. But then i looked at it, and felt bored. haha. But but, now, since i have the inspiration, i will quickly pen a few stuff before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. So alright, my life is so busy right now it's not even funny. Law is awfully hard. AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL. I know i'm not cut out to be a lawyer, attorney, whatever. You say potato, i say potahto. Either way, it's not something that i like. All that lingo is too much for my delicate brains. Plaintiff, defendent, voir dire, blah blah, yadaa yadaa. All you lawyers out there. Kudos to you. Don't know how you do it. DOn't want to know how you do it. Pharm marketing is more my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, unbelievable, but it's one more week till spring break. Which means one more week to ORLANDO, FLORIDA!! As much as i'm looking forward, i don't know how i will do on the rides. (I have the heart of a mouse, which means mickey and i will be greatly suited.) But being the kiasu singaporean i am, i'll be damned if i dont take all the rides. I'm not going to waste all that good money just because i'm gutless. No sirree. Even if it costs me my life, i'm going to get my money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i'm looking forward to summer. I have plans. But i can't disclose them, because if it doesnt happen, then i'll be disappointed and pissed at myself for telling everyone. But anyways, i have to earn money now to support myself and go through with my plans. Money money money, everything is money. Sigh. I found a family to babysit for. 2 young boys. 10 months and 4years old. Elias and Reece. I don't know how parents trust kids like me to watch after their infants. So unsafe. In fact, i have strong opinions on that, but i guess i shouldnt say it, cause then i would be biting the hand that feeds me. Anyways, i get paid 10 bucks an hour. I don't know if that's ok. But i figure if i work 9 hours a week, then i would get 90 bucks. And if i keep saving................ oh wells, i'm keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i have to go think up of more ways to earn money. So i really can't be wasting all my precious time doing this. Maybe i should go rob a bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or sell drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or donate blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or donate organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 11.03pm Feb 20th 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-114049634840785344?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/114049634840785344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=114049634840785344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/114049634840785344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/114049634840785344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2006/02/days-go-by-so-slowly.html' title='days go by so slowly'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-113804108633994440</id><published>2006-01-23T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:31:26.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raisin are good for me</title><content type='html'>Oy. School is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, can't explain why I haven't been putting anything up here. Ok, won't explain why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a low down on the courses I'm taking this semester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pharmaceutical Marketing&lt;br /&gt;2) Introduction to Law&lt;br /&gt;3) Decision and Information Systems&lt;br /&gt;4) Biology&lt;br /&gt;5) Managerial Accounting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Pharm marketing: Selling drugs the professional way. Hell, any way to sell drugs is gonna suit me just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law: I don't know how the hell i got here. it was supposed to be a management course, but they upped it to an honors course, and now it's law. I knew there was a reason i never wanted to be a lawyer. Do i really give a shit about some jurisdiction and how William the Conqueror set up the King's court here (which btw is called Curia Regis. I felt complied to add that cause it makes me feel like a smartass, and we know how good it feels to be a smartass, don't we?)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DSS: It's really computer science: Business Statistics. Boring. The prof thinks i know what the average IQ is (which is about 100) because i'm from singapore. woohoo for us, the chinky genuises from the jungles far from the land of the free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology: Elementary i say, elementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally accounting. It's so boring I don't even want to talk about it. This prof is convinced I own an oil well. I'm sure he's jesting, but the kids in class might take it seriously. I don't know how some of them got into college. Must be their hella big trust funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, classes are underway and tests are coming in fast and furious. Which reminds me, I not supposed to have time for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 1:20pm, Jan 23, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-113804108633994440?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/113804108633994440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=113804108633994440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113804108633994440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113804108633994440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2006/01/raisin-are-good-for-me.html' title='Raisin are good for me'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-113717654153925686</id><published>2006-01-13T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T13:22:21.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunacy</title><content type='html'>It's already a saturday! Yuckers. This only means that i have to leave in a few hours. It's really sad because i feel like i hardly spent any time here. I really hope i get to come back soon, but my dad seems against this idea. Urgh. But i guess i'll just keep at it like a wild bulldog and maybe he will relent. Ah, whatever. Eventually i'll come back anyway, and then we can all hang out and be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanna thank carol &amp; char, geri, jac, and val for spending time with me today. I had a really great time. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll update another time. I'm so weird. I suddenly lost that feeling, that inspiration to write. So I guess i'll just go watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;posted at 1:21am, Jan 13 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-113717654153925686?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/113717654153925686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=113717654153925686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113717654153925686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113717654153925686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2006/01/lunacy.html' title='Lunacy'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-113682604519519807</id><published>2006-01-09T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:00:56.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want cake</title><content type='html'>Went to acid bar today. Had a really good time with my girls. Mandy, Geri &amp; Val: We're going to do it again this fri!! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music there was great, and that hot guy who loved cake! And he even does a mean rendition of britney spears. Mandy, give him a chance!! Who knows, he might be a slave for you. Anyways, if i manage to get the pictures from geri, i will post them up here. But then again, lazy me might decide not to do it. So geri, post it up soon, while i'm still in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i was thinking, wouldn't it be cool if i sang at bars to earn a little money on the side? (When i say 'i', i don't literally mean myself) But singing is no hardship, and if you love singing, (and i sure as hell love the sound of my own voice), it would be really fun. Do the thing you love, and still earn money. Wow. Sounds like the dream job. Maybe i should give up my studies, sing in bars and then drink myself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i shock myself with the wonderous plans i come up with. But what can I do right? I can't help that i was born this brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;posted on Jan 10th, 12:57am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-113682604519519807?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/113682604519519807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=113682604519519807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113682604519519807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113682604519519807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-want-cake.html' title='I want cake'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-113602647859894480</id><published>2005-12-31T05:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T05:54:38.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>flowers in the window</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Taiwan, and from there I brought back a stuffed-up head and non-working ears. The plane ride back was really upsetting. The plane dropped by at least 5 metres  for no reason, and because of that, my heart popped out from my ears, hit the ceiling of the damn piece of crap they call the plane, fell all the way down to my feet, then bounced back up to where my heart is supposed to be. I  think i aged 20 years. Holy mother of god. Planes are not something to be reckoned with, i tell you. My ears are so crapped up because of the pressure that i can hardly hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Taiwan is full of surprises. First thing i learnt: all the cute guys belong in the aboriginal tribes. Is that where they have been hiding all this time? No wonder I couldn't find them. I mean really, would you think of looking in a cave or some dumbass jungle? Ok, so my point is, they were tall, dark and handsome. I know rach john would be horrified at the idea of good-looking chinese guys, but trust me rach, they are not your regular singaporean monkeys (ok, just to clarify, this is not my point of view. it's rj's. and fyi, i think sporean guys are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; da bomb&lt;/span&gt;. No, really. *snigger*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. And their night markets are so awesome. It is like the next best thing after fishballs (can i help the fact  that i love fishballs? no. so shut up already! And all of you who love fishballs too, HOLLER!) They have the best food, and its so cheap. they have dumplings, potatoes roasting on sticks,  deep fried things that are so yummy, and stuff that can only be found there. I dont know what they are really, but my tummy doesnt care. As long as it tastes good. And they have really nice clothes too. Seriously. Their fashion is like way ahead of us. Ah, heck it, our fashion even falls behind what they have in Iraq, so what the hell am i talking about??? Hrm. weird thing is... I FRIGGING DIDN'T BUY ANYTHING. Courtesy of my mom. She was on my case the whole time, so i really wasnt in the mood. And anyways, we spent wayy too much money on 4 things: LingTzi (is that how you spell it?????), royal jelly, the fetus of a deer pounded into powder (omfg. what?? but hey, its supposed to help sinus, high blood pressure, and all that good stuff, so i guess...), and then we bought an Imperial Jade (fei chui) &lt;span class="Text_13"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' tian lu', which btw, is an ancient chinese mythical creature that is supposed  to bring wealth. It has the head of a dragon and its body resembles that of a lion, with two wings on its flanks. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pixiu"&gt;Read this.&lt;/a&gt; Its good stuff. So anyways, you can only imagine what that cost. It is worth more than I am, that's for sure. I guess that's why i didn't buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw all the sights and stuff, which was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think most of all, it was just the time we had together as a family that i'm grateful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's back to singapore. Please someone, call me soon. Or i might die out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;posted on Dec 31st, 6.48pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-113602647859894480?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/113602647859894480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=113602647859894480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113602647859894480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113602647859894480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/12/flowers-in-window.html' title='flowers in the window'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-113527596172361641</id><published>2005-12-22T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:26:01.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything burns</title><content type='html'>Yay! I'm home! Finally, I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me on the cell or better yet, the home phone, cause then you'll definitely get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;posted on Dec 23rd, 2.25am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-113527596172361641?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/113527596172361641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=113527596172361641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113527596172361641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113527596172361641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/12/everything-burns.html' title='Everything burns'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-113513606337495347</id><published>2005-12-20T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:38:36.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feels like home</title><content type='html'>wow. Have been away for such a long time, this almost seems foreign. I dont know if anyone reads this anymore. But if you do, holler at me. THanks. Haha. Anyways, I dont know if I've told anyone, (even though i feel like i havent) i'm leaving tmr morning and am arriving on the 22nd night. So... I'm coming home. Kinda excited. But then again, I'm suffering from the same thing. I feel like its really sad that i'm leaving. What's up with that???? When classes ended this semester, I was SO sad, it was ridiculous. My classes this semester kicked major ass, and I feel like this has been the best semester ever. Trips to Ny with my girl, Maria!! And then there are the guys in my class who helped my out with everything. Especially computer science. Like the sweet Mark, and then there are the jokers Zach and Bill (whose name is really William, but they shorten it to bill. Who the hell knows why??). Even financial accounting was fun with Dan and Maria, and the awesomest prof Teti! And of course, my theology teacher, Kuni - the japanese teacher who speaks perfect jinglish (japanese and english). It's too cute. THe girls in my class  - I keep talking to them but never asked them for their names! how weird. And then there's Dr Smith: the professor who made me feel like I made the right decision changing my major to marketing. And then there's everything else that's too insignificant to mention, but big enough to impact my life and make it this great. So, I guess this year has been a blast and i cant think of a better way to end it than being at home with my family and friends. Geez, I've missed you guys so much. I think this has been one of the best years ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm coming home and i will be seeing you guys! I love everyone so much. AND YAY! I'M COMING HOME! FINALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted at Dec 20th 2005, 10.38pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-113513606337495347?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/113513606337495347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=113513606337495347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113513606337495347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113513606337495347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/12/feels-like-home.html' title='feels like home'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-113090908639532398</id><published>2005-11-02T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T00:27:00.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My humps! (lovin' it)</title><content type='html'>Sigh. I'm having a hard time recovering from halloween! Looks like too much fun can be bad. Wait wait. Before we proceed, i have to include a picture of greg, who is so cute. Brought out the maternal instincts within me. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/n34203746_694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/320/n34203746_694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't inspire much confidence as superman. but still cute. I don't have any of the photos yet, but they might be up soon. (other than those with me on it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Talking about drinking. KIDS, if you dont know what alcohol can do to you, dont do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. story of my life. At around 3, the party was over, and me and the huge group of us were looking for a way home, (mainly looking for the damn philly cabs, which btw, dont really seem to exist), and ummm... a senior offered to take me home. So i got on. And i didnt know him. Sigh. I forgot how dangerous it can get here. I mean, nothing happened, but my friend reminded me the next day that i got onto a stranger's car. Sigh. Alcohol really gives me unfounded confidence. Stupid stupid stupid. Never going to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told my sis that, and my god. Her voice is still resounding in my head. Nice to know that she gives a damn though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got a new bottle of perfume! Yay for me. It's called MISO PRETTY. Haha. Talk about a lame ass name. But it smells so pretty. Mateo gave that to me. Such a sweetheart. I swear, he asked me if i wanted it (and i said yes. I swear i wasn't being cheap, i just thought he was asking me a rhetorical question!), and then he gave it to me, and made me promise to wear it. Talk about being generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's back to school. shoot me, just shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posted at 12.10am Nov 2 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-113090908639532398?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/113090908639532398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=113090908639532398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113090908639532398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113090908639532398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-humps-lovin-it.html' title='My humps! (lovin&apos; it)'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-113060480381497277</id><published>2005-10-29T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T12:53:23.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hallow's eve</title><content type='html'>Yay. It's the weekend preceeding halloween, and yesterday was unbelievably fun. Went to a party all dressed up as sailormoon. I dont know what possessed me, but really i didnt pick out my costume. My friend bought it for me, so i guess i am forgiven for such a fashion flaw. I mean, i'm probably the most un-cutesy person ever, and sailormoon -- queen of annoying. BUt at least it was all good after I drank loads of alcohol. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, my friends were dressed up as superman, gypsy girl, cleopatra, snow white, a monk, a nun, paintball player, and hugh hefner (oh my gawd. Talk about pimpin'!!). But i think it was the best fun i've had for a really long time. Unbelievable. It was really good, all the alcohol, and people in random costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should have halloween in singapore. Just so everyone can dress up and look stupid. And get drunk enough to think they actually look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would love to post up pictures, but i might die of embarassment. So no can do. But use your imagination, my friends, use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posted at 12.44pm Oct 29 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-113060480381497277?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/113060480381497277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=113060480381497277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113060480381497277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/113060480381497277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/10/hallows-eve.html' title='hallow&apos;s eve'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112884432645596733</id><published>2005-10-09T03:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T03:52:06.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The rage of the machines</title><content type='html'>Midterms are on their way, and damn. I'm killing myself here, just killing myself. And no, i dont mean the "i-feel-like-killing-myself-cause-i-study-too-hard"kind, its more like the "holy-shit!!-what-do-you-mean-the-test-is-tomorrow???"kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing, computer science and theology. Oh happy day. Could there be a more boring combination? Just shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wouldn't be so bad if i actually knew what i was tested on. But i'll be damned, my computer science professor is so unhelpful. None of us in class know what our textbook is about, not because we're all morons though (it's an honors class, for crissake), but because (i quote the prof), "it's PhD level". So tell me now, what is the point??? Doesnt make it better considering he got his PhD from UPENN. I have no problems with that, but hey, at least tell me what the test is about. Tell me if i dont make sense, but somehow i always got the idea that students should know what they're being tested on. Well, don't know where i got &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; deluded idea from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The low down on the Moore school in UPENN: its the place where the computer was first created. I think that speaks for itself, and i guess you can just tell that the computer science level there has to be pretty darn tough. And when you couple it with such a computer idiot like me, its nasty. Just nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to go kill myself or something. excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posted at 3:35am Oct 9 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112884432645596733?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112884432645596733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112884432645596733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112884432645596733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112884432645596733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/10/rage-of-machines.html' title='The rage of the machines'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112819355669526912</id><published>2005-10-01T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T15:05:56.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tangled</title><content type='html'>omg. My blog is killing me. I have nothing to write. No no, scratch that. I'm just too lazy to write about my life. And then after a period of non-action, i just dont have that frigging momentum to start writing. And when that happens, i forget all the interesting stuff that actually happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out last week and the week before. Went to king of prussia with miki and omg. (baos, if you're here, SHUT YOUR EYES!) i spent wayyyy too much money. But i'm keeping my card from me now. So that i dont get to use it anymore. *yeah. like thats gonna work*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urmmm.. Bought a lot of stuff for my sis. Bought her her grad dress, a pair of jeans from american eagles, two pairs of pants from Urban outfitters. Bought my brother 2 shirts from hollister. You know, i think its really not fair to say i spend a lot of money (even though thats true), because i realize that really, most of it, i spend on my siblings. They dont get to go out that much now i guess, so i'm doing their shopping for them. So get off my back. I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That summarizes my shopping entry. Now for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my marketing class. I think maybe marketing is really what i've been looking for, just that i had no idea. Selling cars is not just about selling cars, its about selling a dream, its about selling a lifestyle, its about selling a status. (speaking of which, i've decided, JAGUARS FOR ME PLEASE!) Its so much more exciting that i thought it was gonna be. It's about discussions, analysis, and people's mindsets. Its so interactive. It's not like sitting behind a desk and coming up with some stupid idea that will hopefully sell. I'm liking it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my professor is mighty nice. He (not too long ago) graduated from Hopkins with a doctorate. And being such a young and hip (is this word even cool anymore?? yuck.) man, he refuses to do all the boring stuff like find out how acme makes housewives' hearts palpitate with their amazing discounts for fish. Its more like "hey, how do we sell this very sexy car to different people? What kind of music do we play in a store to attract you?" It's everything like that and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, yesterday, we were watching maroon 5's concert on dvd, simply because.  No reason. He just felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why i'm liking it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is making me think really hard. What would i be doing now if i stayed in rj? Muggin my life away? Probably. Or maybe i would have flung myself off a building just to end my misery. I guess life does suck when all you work for is a paper qualification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, for those of you who are taking your As. Keep working. Its gonna be over sooner than you realize. If you work hard now, its gonna pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thank god i'm not you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;posted at 2.37pm Oct 1 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112819355669526912?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112819355669526912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112819355669526912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112819355669526912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112819355669526912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/10/tangled.html' title='tangled'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112787037811745661</id><published>2005-09-27T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T21:19:38.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all the asians in the house, please raise your hand</title><content type='html'>For the first time here, I decided to go to an Asian Society dinner party or something. And damn damn damn. Was it weird or what? They were all philipino american (or is it the other way round? You know what, i very frankly don't give a damn.) They were all nice, but is that all the asians we have? Also, i felt really weird, cause i realize now that alot of my friends are actually white, and i have never hung out with so many asians here. Irony irony irony. And omg, they were all talking about traditional philipino stuff that i didnt know about. See how asian that makes me feel? I am not having an identity crisis, for chrissake. But if you think about it properly, how weird is it if you felt a little more attached to the whites than you do to people who are considered asian? And before i go on, let me just say that i swear i'm have nothing against any race. I'm just thinking out loud. I simply thought that i would really understand asians more than i do my caucasian friends. But guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Maybe the next meeting will be a little more productive. Right now, i'll just hang around with people who speak my language and do my &lt;em&gt;thang&lt;/em&gt;. Know what i'm sayin', ya'll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 9:11pm Sep 27 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112787037811745661?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112787037811745661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112787037811745661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112787037811745661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112787037811745661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-asians-in-house-please-raise-your.html' title='all the asians in the house, please raise your hand'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112693573444737623</id><published>2005-09-17T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:42:14.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>even when the sun sets, i still feel its warmth</title><content type='html'>I'm in a really crappy mood now, mainly cause it's 1.30 in the frigging morning and i'm so sodding tired. But i just felt compelled to come online to blog. I can see it now, my life being ruled by bloody computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nothing much to update except the fact that i almost missed my marketing test today. Holy shit, scariest thing in the world i tell you. I was stuck at home because the cab didn't come. I swear to God, i almost opened the garage door and made off with one of the cars. But, but, but, they are Benz-es, and i don't have the guts to take it, for fear that i might wreck it, then they'll make me pay, and i'll have no money, so they'll throw me in jail. But wait, i'm digressing. THe point was, my test was at 12, and there i was, 11.40, still at home. I swear i was going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, it's all good. It's been a great start to a great semester. Is it because i'm so used to this place, that i feel so so so so happy everyday now? I don't feel worried, or anxious, or any other negative feelings. I just feel like i know this place, how to walk to get to a local deli, places i can go for a walk, who to go to to talk. Everything. Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having such a good time, and my friends make it so much easier. They might not be as sincere as we are, but hell, they sure know how to make me feel good about myself. And you know, if i'm feeling alright, then everything is the world is going to be alright too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And oh yeah, for those of you who even care, i made it to the test on time.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Courtesy of mr speed, our friendly neighborhood cab driver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 1:29 am Sep 17 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112693573444737623?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112693573444737623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112693573444737623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112693573444737623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112693573444737623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/09/even-when-sun-sets-i-still-feel-its.html' title='even when the sun sets, i still feel its warmth'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112671252589792384</id><published>2005-09-14T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:42:05.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun is finally coming through</title><content type='html'>School's going great right now. Yay for me. Other than the extended singaporean population here, I'm starting to see so many new faces, and old ones, and its getting really exciting. I had no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i think the source of my excitement is how the people here are super nice. You would think its my first day here, but hey, i'm realizing it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, i feel a lot more integrated into the school. New friends, old friends, gay friends, all kinds of friends. Oh yeah, speaking of gay, i met this fabulous guy named Mateo, and we're on the fast track to becoming best friends. I think i make a pretty good fag hag. He looks so damn fab all the time. Great clothes, and even greater shoes. hmmmm, makes you think doesnt it? &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; would wanna be him. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school is getting sodding busy. 3rd week of school and 2 tests. Bloody murder, i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, is marketing the way for me to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 11.31am Sep 14 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112671252589792384?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112671252589792384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112671252589792384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112671252589792384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112671252589792384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/09/sun-is-finally-coming-through.html' title='the sun is finally coming through'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112563328023287750</id><published>2005-09-01T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:54:40.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>god save me</title><content type='html'>Is it legal for the profs to load you with work on your first week of school? Bearing in mind this is NOT singapore. What's up with that? I think i've become this lazy lazy lazy tub of lard. I mean, i was expecting no work, no nothing, maybe except play. Ahh. I have accounting hw, which sounds as exciting as watching wet paint dry. And then i have computer systems class, which is even worse. My teachers is like, "Oh, i dont wanna teach from the textbook cause its too boring." Well, news flash - you're worse!! But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo, my theology teacher is way cute. I mean, not &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt; cute, but he's this middle-aged jap guys who speaks Jinglish, which really is a mix between japanese and english. OMG. his pronounciation is DA BOMB. i'm not even one of those americans who cant understand any other accents. I'm bred-right-down-to-the-bone singaporean! and i have problems understand everything he's saying. But, he's so enthusiastic that it really makes up for it. According to him, his lessons are "unstructured, and dynamic". Well, whatever makes you happy, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i really should go do the goddamn hw, cause  we're heading down to Ardmore tomorrow. So let's see. Outdoor mall, check. Set in a wealthy jewish neighborhood? Check. hmmm.. i can already tell its gonna be fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 11.43pm Sep 1 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112563328023287750?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112563328023287750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112563328023287750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112563328023287750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112563328023287750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/09/god-save-me.html' title='god save me'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112527780255382866</id><published>2005-08-28T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:10:02.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala lalalala, elmo's world</title><content type='html'>OMG. I hate jetlag. Sleeping at 8.30 in the evening and getting up at 6.30 in the morning is a crime. Yuckers. And i've been doing that ever since i arrived. Eer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, despite all that jetlag, i've been busy busy busy. I swear to god, i dont know if i'm here to study, or to waste my brain cells and have a good time. Let's see, i'm 18 this year, but i just spent a whole day in Sesame Place. And yes, my friends, that's where elmo and big bird lives. So do all their gay friends. Isn't it lovely?? I'm ashamed to say, i was forced to take a photo with what's his name? ummm, ernie! YUps, that yellow guy with the squashed-up face. My god, i was so embarassed. And i think dear ernie could tell, cause he promptly proceeded to tickle me in front of everyone. YUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and what's up with people asking me if my boyfriend will get angry if i do this or that? Firstly, what has it got to do with them? Secondly, (if i had one now) what has it got to do with him? If i dated someone so petty, i would fling myself off that tall building in KL. And lastly, WHY THE FREAKING HELL ARE PEOPLE SO PRESUMPTIOUS???? IT'S DISGUSTING! Thank god i'm insensitive to such stuff, and that i already have a great partner in Shuting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. End of my rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next. My room is nice. I am liking it. it's really simple, but i have the whole 3rd floor to myself, so it's like a suite. I have my own cute bathroom, storeroom, and all that jazz.  Maybe one day i'll take pictures and put it up. But that is if i remember to in the first place. hmmm, before you scoff and say that i won't do it cause i'm such a computer idiot, i'll have you know that i actually set up the wireless internet to this house all on my own. My god. Traumatic experience, but i did it! The router, the IP address, the modem. I think i just increased my brain cells a thousand fold! Hahah. It was supposed to be damn easy, but god, the professor's computer is screwed up as hell. So i had to fix all the crap. But but, before i take all the credit, and have you deem me as a genius (although you already know i am), i had to call the hotline for help. BUt hey, the hotline was there all along, i would be a bigger idiot if i rejected their help. It was there calling out to me "we can help you!! we can help you!!", and so i went ahead and made the call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized something, and thus i question: Why did god make indians so wonderly great at IT stuff? I'm not complaining, but i noticed the few ladies whom i talked to had indian accents. So i gather they are from india, or the damn white ladies are making a damn fool outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever it is, the internet access is now up and it's on with the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 8:46pm Aug 28 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112527780255382866?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112527780255382866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112527780255382866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112527780255382866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112527780255382866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/08/lalalala-lalalala-elmos-world.html' title='lalalala lalalala, elmo&apos;s world'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112387323390157896</id><published>2005-08-12T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T14:02:59.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>brutal affections</title><content type='html'>Went for NTU's drama performance. It was different, and interesting. And pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was love, unconventional crazy-assed love. Undeniably quirky, utterly unrealistic love. The play had tried to marry the theme of romantic love, the eternal hope that everyone will find the &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; one, and realistic love, one that slowly fades into monotony, (and we know that there really ain't no such things as happy endings). They talked about open marriages, divorce, and the ultimate "bittersweet matrimony" (quoted from the brochure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is an open marriage? Is that a marriage at all? Maybe i'm just an insecure female. but isn't love also about loyalty? Is marriage simply the strings that bind you to another, so you feel it's nothing but an obligation? Does the little bit of slack string that allow you to move around also allow you to play around? Does the concept of open marriages show the open-mindedness of the society? Or does it show the degradation of our morals? I don't know. I just don't think i will be able to take it, no matter how 'open' i'd like to think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorce? There's just too much of that. People give up when they see a storm ahead. "Quit while you're ahead", they say. Then what are we left with? &lt;em&gt;Broken people&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love? What is that all about? The brochure reads, "How does one truly know that one is in love? Or that he or she whom we are in love wih loves us-or do we even love them at all?" So tell me, since i dont know what romantic love is. Is it truly that punch in your solar plexus? That tingle down your spine? What is love? If it is everything people say it is, then does it last forever? Or does it eventually fade away into nothingness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly liked a sentence from the play that went something like, "Maybe love doesn't die. Maybe we simply pass through it." So, maybe we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we do&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posted at 2:17am Aug 13 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112387323390157896?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112387323390157896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112387323390157896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112387323390157896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112387323390157896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/08/brutal-affections.html' title='brutal affections'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112366045467464039</id><published>2005-08-10T03:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T04:43:59.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen's couture</title><content type='html'>Yay. i just discovered this really great shop in Heeren. Queen's Couture. My goodness, it has really nice tees, but they are pretty expensive. I now have one that says: "free michael" (it has michael jackson's face on it). And another one from &lt;a href="http://www.teenagemillionaire.com/"&gt;teenage millionaire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks just like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/mary%20is%20my%20home%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/200/mary%20is%20my%20home%20girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if this is religiously incorrect, since it says "mary is my homegirl". But I am really loving this tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urmm... the weirdo thing that makes it so expensive is, it's made in hollywood. Seriously, i dont give a rat's ass if it were made in india, or china, or mars for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see who's wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/hilton1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/hilton2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/320/hilton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey ms hilton, you must be worth a million bucks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/madonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/madonna1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/320/madonna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;madonna and mary. Oh, the irony.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/demi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/demi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/320/demi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy mama. demi moore. she makes everything look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/national_en.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/national_en2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/320/national_en2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/national_en1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/320/national_en.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and the others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 3:48pm Aug 10 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112366045467464039?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112366045467464039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112366045467464039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112366045467464039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112366045467464039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/08/queens-couture.html' title='Queen&apos;s couture'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112325815139833509</id><published>2005-08-05T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:12:02.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm taken!!!</title><content type='html'>hmrph. what does my lovely partner do when i ask for a nice post on her blog, one that is all about me? she writes bullshit!! I'm far nicer and friendlier and kinder. So please, if you need a new and kind friend, &lt;em&gt;you know you got a friend in me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely les partner is....... the ultra bullshitter LING SHUTING!!! Wahh. first we start with the bad. SHe's is the numero uno bullshitter. I think no out can out-talk her, except me. I mean, i am da best in the field. Ok, maybe not. But, just let me be happy for a while. OK ok. and..... she's not as nice to me as she thinks she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... sigh, i must admit, she is super cute!!! and she has this uber stylish hairdo. I am liking it!! And she's actually quite nice, to everyone else. ANd i miss her wayyyy too much. haha. Darls, when was the last time i saw you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. and please keep this les relationship on the down low. cause my mom will flip. whahahahahaha. and skin me alive. and then throw me in vinegar. My mom cannot take the humiliation!! *WIDE GRIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i love shuting a lot!! cause she's always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups. this will do. i think this will satisfy her for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and omg, please, take this with a pinch of salt. cause if girls start looking at me weird, i will jump down from a building.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 11.55pm Aug 5 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112325815139833509?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112325815139833509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112325815139833509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112325815139833509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112325815139833509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-taken.html' title='i&apos;m taken!!!'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112299104440602941</id><published>2005-08-02T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:11:48.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a lady can never have too many bags, no sir-ree</title><content type='html'>i am liking these bags from guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/guess%20bag%20-%20marrakesh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/200/guess%20bag%20-%20marrakesh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the marrakesh collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/quatro%20G%20large%20satchel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/200/quatro%20G%20large%20satchel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the quatro G collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/Quatro%20G%20slim%20clutch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/200/Quatro%20G%20slim%20clutch1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another pretty one from the quatro G collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/st%20tropez%20box%20bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/200/st%20tropez%20box%20bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the st. tropez box bag that i think is super nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this only goes to show how bored i've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't i sound very &lt;em&gt;smart&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 9.53pm Aug 2 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112299104440602941?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112299104440602941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112299104440602941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112299104440602941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112299104440602941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/08/lady-can-never-have-too-many-bags-no.html' title='a lady can never have too many bags, no sir-ree'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112295518270211756</id><published>2005-08-01T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T00:02:50.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>baby you can drive my car</title><content type='html'>Started proper driving lessons yesterday and did pretty ok. But today? Today was awesome. I drove from home, to st nix, to yck, all the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard from friends that if you learn from ssdc, you would be driving in a carpark. wouldn't that be fun? YOu spent 50-60 bucks an hour to drive in a carpark. &lt;em&gt;yippee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if any of you guys wanna learn driving after your As or something, and dont wanna go to a school, i can give you a number. (I've been told to promote!!) But, really, based on my personal experience, this is a seriously good way to learn to drive. HIT THE ROAD. I mean, sure, you need to learn how to start and stop, but you can't really have a pea-brain, can you? It's not that difficult, and spending an hour in the carpark will help you how? And the best part of it is, it's like half the price of what the school charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if anyone is interested, drop me a note. Oh yeah, but i guess you do know that before you start driving, you have to get your basic theory and then convert it to a PDL, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/lam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/320/lam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamborghini, the super sexy car that i wanna own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 11.37am Aug 1 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112295518270211756?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112295518270211756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112295518270211756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112295518270211756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112295518270211756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/08/baby-you-can-drive-my-car.html' title='baby you can drive my car'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112230811077411218</id><published>2005-07-25T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T12:16:37.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wo shi hua ren</title><content type='html'>I think movies that go to china lose some of their luster. Just a wee bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winterson.com.nyud.net:8090/2005/06/episode-iii-backstroke-of-west.html"&gt;Click click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 12:08am July 26 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112230811077411218?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112230811077411218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112230811077411218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112230811077411218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112230811077411218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/07/wo-shi-hua-ren.html' title='Wo shi hua ren'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112222139231720053</id><published>2005-07-24T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T12:41:30.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>outrageous</title><content type='html'>Damn damn damn damn damn. I found out who died in harry potter already. And i havent started reading the sodding book. I am extremely traumatized by this. I so badly wanted to find out on my own, shed a few tears, show my very human side, but alas, this really wasn't meant to be. I'm not going to be a spoiler and ruin it for the few who havent read it. Ahhhhh. this really does suck. i wanna yell. this serves me right for reading &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;www.xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. I realize that only really bored people read that stuff, but i am a very bored person. I have nothing to do except pack my luggage and howl at the moon when no one has time for me. AHhh. this is awful. SERVES ME RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to better stuff. today we had experiences 2005. American university fair. Let me tell you, walking around the stalls checking out schools is very much different from mending one. Wahh. people play a fool man. IDIOTS! IMBECILE!! But i guess i dealt well with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. MIT and John Hopkins were next to us. Pressure! And Princeton was opposite us. Talk about turning on the heat! BUt, but, guess who comes from Princeton???? Mark Zee. YUps. the good looking one with rather bad taste (this comment has to do with 'eye for a guy'). He was there for a couple of hours or so. Drool-fest! Geez, he is build. And good-looking. And tall. And has a great set of teeth (i mean, come on, he does commercials for the NDC). He made the day a lot better. WAYYY better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long day. really long. i need to rest my legs and find someone to chat with me on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 11:46am July 24 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112222139231720053?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112222139231720053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112222139231720053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112222139231720053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112222139231720053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/07/outrageous.html' title='outrageous'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112153775513923768</id><published>2005-07-16T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T14:27:56.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spanish mama</title><content type='html'>Wow wee. I just had the most amazing experience. This is freaking amazing. I'm impressed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOu know sometimes, you get really random people at MSN talking to you right? So, a couple minutes ago, this person from god knows where dropped me a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random person: Hola amigo! Donde esta? (*trans: hi friend! Where are you at?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quick thinking me went: Singapore (all without translation too!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random person: %$#^%$@#$$"&gt;%$#^%$@#$$ (*trans: i didnt understand what the crap that person was saying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i go: Lo siento. Yo no comprendo. Yo solo hablo espanol un poco. (*trans: I'm sorry. I dont understand. I only speak a little spanish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random person: Que no? (*lit translation: what no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yo hablo ingles. (*trans: i speak english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random person: Eso es obvio. (*trans: that is obvious.)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;yeah thanks very much. And i'm paying so much money for someone to tell me i speak lousy spanish. But seriously, i think it's due to my very very limited vocab.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blah blah blah. God knows what that person was saying. I only got bits and pieces, and i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random person: Buen amigo cuidate. Ciao!! (*trans: take care of yourself, my good friend. Bye!!)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;or at least, that's what i think it means. Ah, what the hell. I'm entitled to errors. I'm not a pro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So finally, we ended our exceedingly short conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is absolutely no purpose to this episode, or this blog, but it made me feel good about myself. Even if it was only for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 1:57 am, July 16 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112153775513923768?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112153775513923768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112153775513923768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112153775513923768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112153775513923768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/07/spanish-mama.html' title='spanish mama'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112152641783762975</id><published>2005-07-16T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T11:09:28.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chariot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;If your life had a theme song, what would yours be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever walked down a street and thought that if there was a song playing in the background, it would be perfect?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever thought that the words to a song rang so true that you could have hardly said it any better yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 10:58pm July 16 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112152641783762975?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112152641783762975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112152641783762975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112152641783762975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112152641783762975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/07/chariot.html' title='chariot'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112115498651468192</id><published>2005-07-12T03:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T04:01:39.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>picture perfect</title><content type='html'>Since i have nothing to do, i will blog on stuff that interest me. Not too intellectual, and if that bothers you, then bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAven't been browsing through much magazines, but i've always thought of Ai Tominaga as a very good looking model. Not everyday some asian model gets to grace the runway of valentino and whatnot, but she's doing it, and man, she is burning up the ruway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just tell me she isn't hot. I wouldnt believe you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/18ai_21apr03_111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/320/18ai_21apr03_111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, look at all that hair. That's what i call a good hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to make me feel much better about my lacking height, she's 180cm and has legs sprouting out from just under her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, don't these good looking girls make you feel sooo good about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 3:43pm July 12 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112115498651468192?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112115498651468192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112115498651468192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112115498651468192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112115498651468192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/07/picture-perfect.html' title='picture perfect'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112115206823667785</id><published>2005-07-12T02:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T03:07:48.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Initial D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/1600/Initial_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2899/440/400/Initial_D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am probably one of the last few to watch initial D, and i must say, i was suitably impressed. It was nothing i expected, which really wasn't alot in the first place. I expected 1st class trash, but it really wasn't that bad. SO hoorah for all the fans, at least now i know you guys are not people with approximately 1 brain cell who go for the guys instead of the storyline. Hmmm.. I'm not saying this is anything close to LOTR or whatnot, but it's definitely not THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i understand, rach john. Shawn Yue was definitely a hottie in that show, albeit being on for all of only 5 seconds. HAhah. only kidding, but he was so minor in that show, he might as well not have been in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, this doesnt mean i'm a fan. I was just.... impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 2:35pm July 12 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112115206823667785?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112115206823667785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112115206823667785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112115206823667785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112115206823667785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/07/initial-d.html' title='Initial D'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112101348392496545</id><published>2005-07-10T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T12:38:03.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's child</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered what kind of child you were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's child is fair of face,&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's child is full of grace,&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's child is full of woe,&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's child has far to go.&lt;br /&gt;Friday's child is loving and giving,&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's child works hard for a living,&lt;br /&gt;But the child born on the Sabbath Day,&lt;br /&gt;Is fair and wise and good and gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bethanyroberts.com/MondaysChildIsFairofFace.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 12:36am July 11 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112101348392496545?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112101348392496545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112101348392496545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112101348392496545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112101348392496545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/07/mondays-child.html' title='Monday&apos;s child'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112099870332488004</id><published>2005-07-10T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T08:31:43.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nkf is getting a tad boring</title><content type='html'>i've just had this moment of enlightening and have decided that i'm coming back in december!! Wow. this feels great. My initial plan was to come back in july, but then again, my main motive for coming back (other than to see parents) is to chill. Let me tell you, chilling alone sucks. So, when everyone is done with their exams, we can go have so much fun. wow, this feeling of elation is not dying off yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 6:49pm July 10 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112099870332488004?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112099870332488004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112099870332488004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112099870332488004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112099870332488004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/07/nkf-is-getting-tad-boring.html' title='nkf is getting a tad boring'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112089523933862545</id><published>2005-07-09T03:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T03:47:38.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>get it poppin'</title><content type='html'>Mad clubbing is seriously bad for the foot. But it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 3:39pm July 9 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112089523933862545?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112089523933862545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112089523933862545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112089523933862545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112089523933862545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/07/get-it-poppin.html' title='get it poppin&apos;'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112049260623782855</id><published>2005-07-04T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:56:46.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>papa loves mambo</title><content type='html'>Went for yummy yummy dinner yesterday at Magic Wok. Tomyam soup is always good, even if it's the super hot kind that causes your lips to swell, so that you get the amazing sausage lips. Wow, amazing stuff man. In fact, talking about it makes my ear itch.You know how it is when you eat seriously hot stuff, your ears get affected too? YUps. But good stuff nonetheless (unless the heat numbed my tongue so that my tastebuds went bonkers). Anyhows, when you eat good stuff, you have to pay for it yeah? How embarassing. Cause my dad forgot to bring his wallet. And my mom didnt bring hers, and i sure as hell didnt think i had to pay for my dinner since my dad was there (meaning: my wallet was sitting happily at home). Alas, the last person we turned to was the person with money in his pocket - my 13 year old brother. Geez, how rich are youngsters nowadays???? So of course he paid for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so, remember kids, even when you go for dinner with your family, it is always safer to bring your wallet along, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that this has to do with anything, but i realized that i dislike the word '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;panties&lt;/span&gt;' with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 11:41pm July 4 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112049260623782855?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112049260623782855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112049260623782855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112049260623782855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112049260623782855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/07/papa-loves-mambo.html' title='papa loves mambo'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-112036925683407148</id><published>2005-07-03T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T01:40:56.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if i should be so lucky</title><content type='html'>Wahh, so exciting. everyone's done with their exams. Yay for me. Speaking of which, i think i should look for a job now. Someone please help me out!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 1:39pm July 3 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-112036925683407148?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/112036925683407148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=112036925683407148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112036925683407148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/112036925683407148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-i-should-be-so-lucky.html' title='if i should be so lucky'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111997607451177192</id><published>2005-06-28T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T12:27:54.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock</title><content type='html'>Woah. Everyone's busy mugging away and i'm wondering if life can get anymore boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird? I'm rolling in a puddle of happiness, but i can't really feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 12:25am June 28 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111997607451177192?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111997607451177192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111997607451177192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111997607451177192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111997607451177192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/06/tick-tock.html' title='tick tock'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111971651938131233</id><published>2005-06-25T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T12:23:09.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You ain't got that boom like i do</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a pretty exciting day, considering the ongoing monotony that bombards my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to town!! met geri sweetie who looked really cute in her skirt. hahah. then we went MNG-ing. singaporean shoppers are fierce, i tell you. Even the smallest, cutest girls show their fangs when you grab something they want. A whole new dimension to the term "chili padi". Small but freeking hot. And no, i don't mean "oooo lala" kinda hot. I mean "you touch me again and i'll beat the crap outta you" hot. Hmmmm.. all the petite ladies, be nice, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, i know i will regret telling this, but for a successful MNG-ing experience, it is never smart to go to the main (or biggest branch, cause all the smart alecs think that they stock the most clothes. But the real and (no doubt) ugly truth is, all our KIASU friends rush there to grab the stuff, so you're left with less-than-perfect looking goods. (That is, if you're like me, way too cool to push through the crowd like the rest.) But, but if you're one of those cutesy people who just grab because you're so scared that someone will take it away from you, then SHAME ON YOU!!!! YEah. i'm sure you have such great taste yeah? That everyone would want to have what you're having. BUt then again, who am i to say? you might be the next john galliano, and I? just another nobody with a mouth that's way too big and a head that's stuffed with way too many smart-assed opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later, we met jac babe. Fun. we headed down to FAr east for a hair cut. I didnt want to, so i passed. But i thought geri's haircut was pretty awesome. Sweeping bangs and a blunt cut? Sounds pretty hot to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah, when we were leaving, some caucasian guys tried to be funny. Which really didn't work. tsk tsk. sincerity is key, baby, it's key. You lucked out buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm chilling at home, waiting for everyone's block tests to be over so that we can do it all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, let's get it over and done with, goddamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 11:43pm June 25 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111971651938131233?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111971651938131233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111971651938131233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111971651938131233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111971651938131233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-aint-got-that-boom-like-i-do.html' title='You ain&apos;t got that boom like i do'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111933448387079805</id><published>2005-06-21T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T02:14:43.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the worth now?</title><content type='html'>BArbie is so overrated. What makes her as beautiful as she is? Is it that itty bitty waist? Or those long legs that stretch up to the ears? Or if you're a boobs kinda guy, then it's the C or D cup? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it intimidating for everyone else around you if you looked that good, so that no one would feel comfortable around you? IS that ultimately what beauty is? THat you would knock everyone's socks off and make people around you feel inadequate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself am not too caught up with this. I mean, anyways, (don't get on your high horses) but ladies from singapore are not known to be great beauties. THing was, i was just watching ms bling-bling, 20-carat-diamond-earrings OPRAH, and oh lordy. Ladies are getting hooked on to plastic surgery. A little tug here, nip there, and hey presto! We get a world full of Michael Jacksons. Really, we have to be living in never neverland to think that we are really going to feel any better about ourselves after going under the knife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it after the big opening of extreme makeover, and i said to myself that if i had a chance, i would make my nose slimmer, then maybe more defined double eyelids, and then... hmmm, longer legs sound good too.. and hey bigger boobs are always a plus. But then i realized, I'm really happy just the way i am. Those happy feelings about yourself realy do come from inside, so why change your outside when all you are going to give yourself is a collapsed nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the inside is a good place to start changing first. If anything, we should just be happy. Because, as cheesy as this sounds, i think that that is the beauty that ultimately counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 1:57pm June 21 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111933448387079805?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111933448387079805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111933448387079805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111933448387079805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111933448387079805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/06/whats-worth-now.html' title='What&apos;s the worth now?'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111883448531017133</id><published>2005-06-15T06:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T07:21:25.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody told me</title><content type='html'>Have a small job tomorrow. Haha. Do i look like the working kind? If anything, i'm lazy. And i'm known for it. Sigh. But the thing is, i cannot keep this up. I really should be doing something worthwhile with my life. No matter how disgusting that sounds. So off to work tomorrow. Hopefully, that will be the start to a new focused and  disciplined me. *yeah right*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, before i start crying from depression, i went out with my sister today. yay. We went to MNG, then we went to borders and picked up a ditzy book (which, if you ask me, is a great way to feel really dumb), then went to buy food. Power shopping i'm telling you. We arrived in town at 11.30, and left at 2.30. How fun. BOught two awesome tops, but hopefully i'll buy more when i have the money. (Ok, if my sis sees this, she'll chew me and spit me out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into the Daniel Yam to look at gowns for my sis. She met her school mates or soemthing like that. Haha. They're all pretty small, which is really sad, cause the dresses in D.Y. are really long. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. i'm thinking...... are we getting smaller? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored. Somebody save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 6:57pm June 15 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111883448531017133?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111883448531017133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111883448531017133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111883448531017133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111883448531017133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/06/somebody-told-me.html' title='Somebody told me'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111838605034154782</id><published>2005-06-10T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T02:47:30.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifestyle of the rich and famous</title><content type='html'>Just got this off rach john's blog. Just out of curious-ness, i wanted to see how rich i was, only to realize how others are suffering. Story of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globalrichlist.com/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;. you know you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 2:42pm June 10 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111838605034154782?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111838605034154782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111838605034154782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111838605034154782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111838605034154782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/06/lifestyle-of-rich-and-famous.html' title='Lifestyle of the rich and famous'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111794419549799959</id><published>2005-06-04T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:03:15.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the beat</title><content type='html'>I'm wrecking my brains to think of songs to download. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so into Oasis' Wonderwall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me,&lt;br /&gt;and after all, you're my wonderwall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh. And the wallflowers' "I started a joke" is prety awesome too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started a joke which started the whole world crying&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't see that the joke was on me,&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry which started the whole world laughing&lt;br /&gt;If I'd only seen that the joke was on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the skies running my hands over my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I fell out of bed hurting my head from things that I said&lt;br /&gt;'Till I finaly died which started the whole world living&lt;br /&gt;If I'd only seen that the joke was on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always fancied myself a musical being. Maybe i think too much. But then again, where would i be without music? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only way i can ask my mom "who the hell are you?" (Some song from long ago) and say that all i was doing was singing a song. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 11:54am June 4 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111794419549799959?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111794419549799959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111794419549799959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111794419549799959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111794419549799959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/06/bring-on-beat.html' title='Bring on the beat'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111700159644867488</id><published>2005-05-25T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T02:13:51.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get right</title><content type='html'>So i'm sitting here, watching Oprah on tv, eating instant noodles. And suddenly i am bombarded by this really weird feeling. THen i realize that i actually wished i was in school, like everyone else. man, i think i must really be bored outta my head to actually think that. But it's really sad, when i have all the time in the world, and everyone else is so busy. That's whacked man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing a little, i wanted to cut my hair yesterday at FOX studio or something, and it was free. yeah like hell. the lady was saying in awesomely weird english that they needed to try out some new styles and they needed models. Yeah, more like stupid asses who don't mind someone messing with their hair. hmmm, but i get to dye ny hair for only 30 bucks. which is pretty good. i'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've got my MICRO ZEN!!!!!!!!!!! which is frigging awesome stuff. I get to store 3000++ songs in a little machine. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 1:50pm May 25 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111700159644867488?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111700159644867488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111700159644867488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111700159644867488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111700159644867488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/05/get-right.html' title='Get right'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111639137852332835</id><published>2005-05-18T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:42:58.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tea for two</title><content type='html'>Wow. I'm kinda bored, how about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It's been fun though. I have been busy everyday of the week since i've been home.  And for the next four days, i'm fully booked!! whee. Which means i won't have to rot at home doing nothing, like i am today. I'm really excited cause i'm turning 18 on friday. Awesome stuff. I dont want to incriminate myself, but this means i won't have to borrow IDs and what not to get into clubs. haha. thank god for that. I still remember that time when the bouncer actually tested me by asking for 'my' full name, ic number and what not. hahahaha. those were the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhows, i'm thinking about crashing vj and rj. i dont know how to go about it though. I'll have to seriously start coming up with a master plan. And then i'll see how it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agent woo, signing out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 12:36pm May 18 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111639137852332835?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111639137852332835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111639137852332835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111639137852332835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111639137852332835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/05/tea-for-two.html' title='tea for two'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111595817515615744</id><published>2005-05-13T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T00:22:55.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i'm amazed</title><content type='html'>So i'm back. Damn, it the weather hot or what??? this is ridiculous. And it makes it worse that the weather now is supposed to be pretty good. Could it really get any worse? eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i think my bro and sis only wanted to see me because of all the stuff they thought i got for them. I swear to god, when i was sleeping, they ransacked my stuff. In broad daylight too. There i was pitifully suffering from jetlag, and there they were, "oooo, do you think this is for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, and i'm living out of my cardboard box and my suitcase. My life is so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. Hahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 12:17pm May 13 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111595817515615744?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111595817515615744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111595817515615744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111595817515615744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111595817515615744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/05/maybe-im-amazed.html' title='maybe i&apos;m amazed'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111549994301491286</id><published>2005-05-07T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T17:05:43.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>home over the range</title><content type='html'>Last minute packing and i'm good to go. Hahah. The traumas of packing. Makes me wonder how my mom did all that stuff. hahaah. amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, i'm leaving tomorrow and it's going to be great. really excited about the flight home. Maybe even more than I am about returning home. hahah. and all the stuff i heard about the weather back home? makes it all the more attractive. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. I really gotta go pack more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 5:02pm May 7 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111549994301491286?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111549994301491286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111549994301491286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111549994301491286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111549994301491286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/05/home-over-range.html' title='home over the range'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111514098258479243</id><published>2005-05-03T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T13:23:02.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>she's only happy in the sun</title><content type='html'>Paradoxes and irony. Contradictions and Contrariness. Sigh. Woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i would be saying this. But i'm really sad that i'm leaving. I kinda think that maybe i don't want to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, very surprisingly, grows on you. And the people.. not that scintillating, but wonderful nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i will just go in my little corner and stone my life away as i experience the conflicting emotions of sadness and elation. It's making me go bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 1:09am May 3 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111514098258479243?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111514098258479243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111514098258479243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111514098258479243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111514098258479243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/05/shes-only-happy-in-sun.html' title='she&apos;s only happy in the sun'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111452777187899213</id><published>2005-04-26T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T11:02:51.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if only adults could act like children</title><content type='html'>I feel days passing by. And it's weird. How it's so fast yet so slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1) Write my psychology literature review&lt;br /&gt;2) Study for my economics, psychology, theology, math&lt;br /&gt;3) HAve driving lessons (which is no hardship, i must say, but it still takes time.)&lt;br /&gt;4) Concentrate on not passing out from all the stress&lt;br /&gt;5) PAck my room and start putting things away, into boxes, into my luggage, gice them away to the homeless or throw away&lt;br /&gt;6) Buy things for my mom and bro. ( i bought stuff for my dad and sis already. But what am i to do with the rest?)&lt;br /&gt;7) Find out about my return ticket&lt;br /&gt;8) File and send in my tax return form (what tax return? what the hell is that?)&lt;br /&gt;9) Change my major&lt;br /&gt;10) Get my I-20 signed&lt;br /&gt;11) SLEEP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to just die. At least then i could rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 10:57am Apr 26 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111452777187899213?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111452777187899213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111452777187899213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111452777187899213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111452777187899213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-only-adults-could-act-like-children.html' title='if only adults could act like children'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111428295138562219</id><published>2005-04-23T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T15:02:31.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beetle juice</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. Holy hell! I've got my learner's permit. Now i can drive! (Only with someone who's over 21 who has a license though) but what the heck. I have this frigging huge grin on my face, and damn, i'm freaking myself out. Hahah. But considering i didn't really study for it, damn! I'm good. haha. I mean, i had like a few hours to go through the damn book which has like 20 milion pages. Damn Americans and their roadsigns. Anyhow, i got it, and i can drive! AWESOME! In fact, i drove today. From the dorm to my prof's house. I tell you, it scared the bejesus out of me. This red car was like honking at me and i almost died. Took 50 years off my life. But damn, I can't wait to do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm already fantasizing about the car i wanna get. Maybe a beetle, hahaha, or maybe a jag, or maybe a rolls royce, or maybe all of them. But right now, any beat-up car would do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 2:53pm Apr 23 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111428295138562219?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111428295138562219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111428295138562219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111428295138562219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111428295138562219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/04/beetle-juice.html' title='Beetle juice'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111385615096607783</id><published>2005-04-18T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T16:29:10.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ribbon in the sky</title><content type='html'>Wheehee. 19 more days. I can feel it already. I can feel the singaporean-ness coming back to me. I think i might cry from joy. hahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 4:28pm Apr 18 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111385615096607783?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111385615096607783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111385615096607783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111385615096607783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111385615096607783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/04/ribbon-in-sky.html' title='ribbon in the sky'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111345906950334961</id><published>2005-04-14T02:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T02:11:26.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>King of Prussia</title><content type='html'>I'm at a stage of my life where i dissect every part of my character and find myself to be the most abhorrent being on earth. But that aside, i have a question to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else feel like when a person tries really hard and pushes hard to be your friend anmd get close to you, you just get really turned off? Even though you might have started off liking that person too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what i'm experiencing and i dont know exactly what's wrong with me. I'm just disgusted, i guess. The thing is... there is nothing to be disgusted about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate asked me why i had such insecure feelings. Is that insecurity? Or am i just out of whack? I really dont know. I don't know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 2:06pm Apr 14 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111345906950334961?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111345906950334961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111345906950334961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111345906950334961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111345906950334961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/04/king-of-prussia.html' title='King of Prussia'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111333840293065184</id><published>2005-04-12T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:40:50.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fishnets</title><content type='html'>I've got a new pair of shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 4:34pm Apr 12 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111333840293065184?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111333840293065184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111333840293065184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111333840293065184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111333840293065184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/04/fishnets.html' title='fishnets'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111320251352333234</id><published>2005-04-11T02:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T02:55:13.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Garden</title><content type='html'>Today we met up with the new batch of singaporean students who might be coming over. Very weirdly, only one was singaporean. The rest were australian, cambodian, yadaa yadaa.. How queer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The australian guy is using this school as a back up cause he is hoping to get into a sports school in australia that will groom him for the olympics. WOAH. talk about surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. teo, if you read this, i told you i knew someone in the gylc committee right? haha. guess what? I told him about you, and he says he's going to take note of you! hahaha. Now get on your knees and worship me!! (unless you want to whoop my ass for doing that, then in that case, just take it that i'm retarded.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. song of the moment: Songs from a Secret Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 2:48pm Apr 11 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111320251352333234?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111320251352333234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111320251352333234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111320251352333234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111320251352333234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/04/secret-garden.html' title='Secret Garden'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111303300761836092</id><published>2005-04-09T03:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T03:50:07.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jackie O</title><content type='html'>I love my jackie O sunglasses. I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i just learnt from lings that people are wearing the wrist bands for fashion. That's just sad. Mainly cause i wear it too. The weird thing is, a lot, and i mean alot of people here wear it too, but everyone strongly believes in something. As do I. I support any research going into breast cancer because every 3 minutes, 1 woman in the US is diagnosed with it, and my mom had a close shave with one. Thank goodness it was benign. Thank goodness. And well, cancer should be looken into seriously. So I really think it's bull to wear it as a fashion statement (unless any of my friends do it, then i'm sure you have a reason. Hahah) But anyhow, i wear it as a serious sign of support. And i think its plain sad that people wear it for bogus reasons. sadly after ranting, (and i'm not taking it off now!), i think i will remove it when i get home, simply because i dont want to be the rest. Oh well. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, down to the real stuff, 28 days and counting. weehee. bloody exciting. You have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weird, cause i realized I never really thought about home for as long as i've been here. Maybe once a month or something, but i think i've adapted quite well. I only got home sick once, but my mom called and she was sick, so i was really worried. but other than that, nothing. nada. but i do love my home, and everyone there. So no worries, i'll be home soon. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 3:01pm Apr 06 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111303300761836092?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111303300761836092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111303300761836092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111303300761836092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111303300761836092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/04/jackie-o.html' title='jackie O'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111281486339817551</id><published>2005-04-06T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T15:14:23.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>capri and sandals - my kinda weather</title><content type='html'>I am unbelievably confused. Ridiculously confused. Confoundingly confused. If that's even possible. The problem with the system here is I have too many choices. I suddenly miss the system back home. EVen though schooling in Singapore only allows you to go down a few paths, the not-too-many-choices makes it a little easier for the students. I mean, you either be a doctor, lawyer, or indian chief. What's so difficult about that? Here, you can major in flower-smelling, teeth-picking, and every other thing you can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I always thought i would go under psychology and be that for the rest of my life. I mean, it's not like i havent thought it through before. Ever since quite a few years back, I thought i found my calling. But turns out that calling is simply a buzz in my ear. Or maybe i should get my ears cleaned out. But... but... jokes aside, i dont know what i want with myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i would even consider going into business. The thing is, after having to make such a big decision, i realized that i dont really know myself after all. Am i cut out for it? I have no frigging idea. For all  i know, I might have been made to be a sheep-herder (if there's even such a word). Sigh. What am i to do with myself? I feel so desolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse part is, I have to make a decision before school is out. Which really doesnt give me too much time. And i have to choose my courses on wed. What kind of time limit is that when it concerns my future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan, could you still help me out with this? and what i asked you the last time? Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIght now, i'm just going to sit and watch really stupid boys throw frisbees and catch it like wild dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a change. MAybe i should become a nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 3:01pm Apr 06 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111281486339817551?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111281486339817551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111281486339817551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111281486339817551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111281486339817551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/04/capri-and-sandals-my-kinda-weather.html' title='capri and sandals - my kinda weather'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111265338042702669</id><published>2005-04-04T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T18:23:00.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright lights</title><content type='html'>Finally, I think i know what I'm going to do with myself, and my future. But i never thought i would be travelling down this path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, isn't it? The way your life never turns out the exact way you want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 6:19pm Apr 04 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111265338042702669?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111265338042702669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111265338042702669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111265338042702669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111265338042702669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/04/bright-lights.html' title='Bright lights'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111220668077062315</id><published>2005-03-30T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T13:18:00.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beads of rain</title><content type='html'>I'm too damn young to be making choices that could affect my whole life. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lings, thanks for taking time out to talk to me that day! It was fun!! love you loads. wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realized that the second line just took out the anger in my post. Well, i'm still angry. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 1:15pm Mar 30 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111220668077062315?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111220668077062315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111220668077062315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111220668077062315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111220668077062315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/03/beads-of-rain.html' title='beads of rain'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111196109319469832</id><published>2005-03-27T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:07:35.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>music to my soul</title><content type='html'>Oooo. i just counted! Only 41 more days. hahah. wheeeee. this is so fun. I'm really excited (and this is fuelled by some exciting music played in the background here: i'm listening to THE LIBERTY BELL by philip john sousa, ding! ding! ding! oops, it just switched. Now i'm listening to THE SOURCERER'S APPRENTICE by paul dukas, and i'm feeling mysterious, hahaha. my mood changes with the song. Nice!) haha. Ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm hooked onto online shopping. Oh no! i need to curb myself. Haha. I really am though. The thing is, now i'm buying stuff for my siblings and parents, but even then, it doesnt make it any better. Cause i'm still spending money. hahah. oh man. this is not good! Now i understand why people spend so much when they have cards. Its like virtual money, free money!! geez. I mean, everyone knows they have to pay in the end, but with a card, you literally are spending money without having to pay straight up. I could write a book in this. Haha. (Now i'm listening to SUITE NO. 3 IN D: AIR by johann sebastian bach, and i'm feeling kind of melancholic and rather remorseful. How apt, the music!) Sigh. and it's so difficult to buy stuff for guys. I mean, i think i know what to get for my bro, but what about my dad? Help me please, somebody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. let's go back to the topic of summer break. Shanns, i asked my mom, she said no problem. So it's up to you and whether your mom will allow you or not. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, i'm really appreciative of my parents. They are strict with me, but they give me space and let me breathe. They let me try new stuff, even if it's without them, which i suspect is one of the hardest things that they have to do. But my dad and mom already told me that they are beginning to let go (you know what they say about your parents eventually having to let you go?) Yups. It's so different, and i really appreciate it. I'm lucky, and i dont think i will be able to thank my lucky stars enough for such a blessing. oh well. (now i'm listening to LA DONNA E MOBILE by giuseppe verdi, and i'm feeling playful and kinda laughy) ahhahaha. what a strange thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. just something i need to say, listening to music like that reminds me of all the MEP lessons, and surprisingly, i really miss it. (i'm listening to PIANO SONATA NO.8 IN C MINOR by beethoven and it's really slow and sad, which makes me really miss everyone. *weep*) hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so queer. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 4:46pm Mar 27 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111196109319469832?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111196109319469832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111196109319469832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111196109319469832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111196109319469832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/03/music-to-my-soul.html' title='music to my soul'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111167422662704192</id><published>2005-03-24T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T14:03:40.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>black coffee</title><content type='html'>I realize I'm really temperamental. Like an artist, without the skills. hmmm... and th thing is, i've only noticed it now. It's either i have been bad all the while and was so blind that i couldnt tell, or it's gotten worse. I just feel so pissed off half the time. I really miss intelligent company. I really miss unselfish people. I really miss people who are willing to sacrifice for you. Basically, i miss everyone i left behind. I think it might be getting worse cause the day i get to go home draws nearer. You know what else i miss? Talking to someone and really meaning what i say, or putting myself out there for someone i care. Haha. i know why i'm feeling this. My lil bro just called yesterday and i realized he's not that little after all. His voice is deep and all.. hahaahah. it's so weird. Everyone is going and growing up on me. EEEEh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i will go home to realize nobody is who they were before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 9:17am Mar 24 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111167422662704192?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111167422662704192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111167422662704192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111167422662704192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111167422662704192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/03/black-coffee.html' title='black coffee'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111137707380121540</id><published>2005-03-20T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:51:13.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oedipus and electra</title><content type='html'>GOD DAMN IT! i have 3 exams this week. Ahhh. sometimes it really kills me that every single tests that we have here goes straight into our GPA. My life officially sucks. I wish i could push myself to work hard, but i just can't. I'm already counting the days off to summer break. This is killing me. Sometimes time just crawl by so slowly I feel like i'm trapped, and other times, i don't even have time to breath. NOw it's in between, since time is really crawling by and yet i'm still struggling to come up to the surface for air. ARGH. Thank god for the collection of Sex and the City sitting on my table. Actually, it's not so good since every time i sit down to do work, it just taunts me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week to easter break. Thank god. Havent been reading too many magazine.. and that makes me sad. I really dont mean to sound shallow, but right now, that's about as interesting as my life is going to get: reading about other people's lives. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, i realize i cant really concentrate cause they have too many breaks. I mean, i'm not complaining. I love it! The thing is, it really sucks when you have a break this often, cause you really cant exactly buckle down you know? And if you're like me, you're doomed. My mind shuts down a week before the hols, which means it this case, since i just came back from NY on Monday, and it has taken me to whole week for my mind to get booted up, it's just in time to shut down again. Right. That would explain why I'm not doing as well as I would like to. Always cramming at last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just digressing a little. I wish i had money so that i could buy more clothes, and of course, a nice little place to house my clothes, and a nice little car, uhh no, a nice sleek car, a nice bank account, a nice...... what the hell am i talking about?? Sex and the City is getting to my head. Damn it. Time to chuck that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 10:35am Mar 20 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111137707380121540?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111137707380121540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111137707380121540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111137707380121540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111137707380121540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/03/oedipus-and-electra.html' title='oedipus and electra'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111117682226201072</id><published>2005-03-18T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T15:13:42.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>days go by</title><content type='html'>6 more weeks to the end of freshman year, which means 6 more weeks to the time i get to go home. I realize I've been thinking of it very often. Sometimes too often. But i can feel it now. The apprehension, the anxiety, and the weather. It's getting warm here, about 11 degrees or so, and i dont think i can stand much more of it. It's getting too warm. I wonder how I'm going to be at home. Melting into a puddle of fats maybe. eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, i'm excited, and even though i'm having a damn busy week, my world right now revolves around home. Haha. what a great feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 03:07am Mar 18 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111117682226201072?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111117682226201072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111117682226201072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111117682226201072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111117682226201072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/03/days-go-by.html' title='days go by'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-111086788457715105</id><published>2005-03-15T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T01:24:44.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dont sweat the petty stuff, and dont pet the sweaty stuff</title><content type='html'>I'm back! Yay! Got you people something very very very very small. SORRY!! dont expect too much yeah? hha. I'M REALLY SORRY! But i'm running low of funds. Heehee. *sheepish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NY was fun. But it gets old. same old places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, other than the stuff i bought for you guys (i'm hoping you guys will use it. I'm afraid some of you won't like it, but wth. All those ungrateful ones can kiss my ***. HAHahah. JK JK!! I SWEAR!), I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a pair of Blumarine gloves for my dad&lt;br /&gt;2) the Victoria's secret IPEX bra for my mom (she'll kill me if she saw i posted this online). This is the world's most advanced bra or something. It even has a government patent on it. Superbra or something. ahha.&lt;br /&gt;3) Puma sunglasses for me.&lt;br /&gt;4) Ralph Lauren ballet mules (for me!)&lt;br /&gt;5) Ralph Lauren basic white tee. (what a waste of damn money, or is it what a damn waste of money?)&lt;br /&gt;6) Oscar de la Renta lingerie (heehee)&lt;br /&gt;7) Nine west belt. &lt;br /&gt;and the rest are secret. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, the stuff i got, even if you dont like it, pretend you do. Because I will die of heartache if you tell me you don't. And seriously, don't get your hopes up. It's nothing great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, i feel like a warped version of an asian santa claus. hahahaah. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 01:12am Mar 15 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-111086788457715105?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/111086788457715105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=111086788457715105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111086788457715105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/111086788457715105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-sweat-petty-stuff-and-dont-pet.html' title='dont sweat the petty stuff, and dont pet the sweaty stuff'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110996847836082621</id><published>2005-03-04T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:34:38.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off</title><content type='html'>I'll be gone for a week so i won't be blogging. At least till Sunday when my dad comes (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of everyone back home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRING BREAK!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 03:32pm Mar 4 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110996847836082621?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110996847836082621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110996847836082621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110996847836082621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110996847836082621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m off'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110988921499602588</id><published>2005-03-03T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T17:33:34.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my precious</title><content type='html'>Su, you're my precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you to bits. I miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home soon. For you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 05:32am Mar 3 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110988921499602588?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110988921499602588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110988921499602588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110988921499602588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110988921499602588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/03/youre-my-precious.html' title='you&apos;re my precious'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110982736605450694</id><published>2005-03-03T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T02:30:31.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a new start</title><content type='html'>hahas. sorry i had to make this horribly unusual change. i just came to the shocking realization that something was going on.. haha (you know..) and thus i had to change the whole thing. But hey!! you get more of me!! yippee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 12:21am Mar 3 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110982736605450694?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110982736605450694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110982736605450694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110982736605450694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110982736605450694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-start.html' title='a new start'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110974297067019168</id><published>2005-03-02T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T00:57:22.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To you</title><content type='html'>I hope you never lose your sense of wonder &lt;br /&gt;You get your fill to eat &lt;br /&gt;But always keep that hunger &lt;br /&gt;May you never take one single breath for granted &lt;br /&gt;God forbid love ever leave you empty handed &lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel small &lt;br /&gt;When you stand by the ocean &lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens &lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance &lt;br /&gt;Never settle for the path of least resistance &lt;br /&gt;Living might mean taking chances &lt;br /&gt;But they're worth taking &lt;br /&gt;Lovin' might be a mistake &lt;br /&gt;But it's worth making &lt;br /&gt;Don't let some hell bent heart &lt;br /&gt;Leave you bitter &lt;br /&gt;When you come close to selling out &lt;br /&gt;Reconsider &lt;br /&gt;Give the heavens above &lt;br /&gt;More than just a passing glance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 12:48am Mar 2 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110974297067019168?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110974297067019168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110974297067019168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110974297067019168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110974297067019168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-you.html' title='To you'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110954136830749640</id><published>2005-02-27T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T16:56:08.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only heaven knows</title><content type='html'>You probably won't even read this. But I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I wish to hell i were there. I hate the fact that i'm so far away. I wish i could give you my shoulder to cry on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like we never really get what we deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like we are being made fun of, just for the hell of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could turn back time. I dont want to see you cry. Or be sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLease hang on. I love you so much. Please be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can be so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 04:50pm Feb 27 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110954136830749640?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110954136830749640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110954136830749640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110954136830749640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110954136830749640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2005/02/only-heaven-knows.html' title='Only heaven knows'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110394752187400703</id><published>2004-12-24T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:05:48.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Santa's Sleigh</title><content type='html'>It's finally going to be christmas day!! Yippees. I never really had the inclination to spend christmas because of the huge commercialized hoohah about it. But this year, it's all about god. *hah.* hahaahhaahs. I'm spending xmas with a very spiritual family. I mean, if the father is a pastor, you really can't go wrong, right? So there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow is the day when everyone will unwrap their presents. Bleah. I really dont know if they'll like what i got them. I really spent alot of cash on it though. So they'd better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for service later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. WHO, ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 08:47pm Dec 24 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110394752187400703?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110394752187400703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110394752187400703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110394752187400703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110394752187400703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/12/riding-santas-sleigh.html' title='Riding Santa&apos;s Sleigh'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110375409414068345</id><published>2004-12-22T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T17:21:34.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brain freeze</title><content type='html'>YIppees. I've reached utah and it's really snowing here. Went to the mountains to have lunch and boy, was it cold or what?? hahas. But it's nice and warm in the house, so i'm good! I think we might be skiing soon, and i'm scared. I just know i'm going to make an ass out of myself. Bahh. That really sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhows, my brother got into Cat High. I don't know what to think of that. Rahh. He got into the spcial stream and i'm so proud of him, but i'm not so sure about cat high. My mom was argueing that it's near my home so it makes all the sense in the world. But then again, what kind of boys come out of cat high? I really dont know. *cheeky grin* As long as my bro doesnt turn out to be obnoxious and un-gentlemanly, i'm fine with anything. He wants to appeal into SJI though. And................ i reserve my comments. Hopefully he knows what he is doing. I was telling my mom that if he wants to appeal, it might as well be ACSi, but my mom thinks it's too far for her precious son. *hmmm...* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 03:12pm Dec 22 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110375409414068345?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110375409414068345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110375409414068345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110375409414068345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110375409414068345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/12/brain-freeze.html' title='brain freeze'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110350303171842220</id><published>2004-12-19T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T19:37:11.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeee</title><content type='html'>It's snowing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 07:36pm Dec 19 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110350303171842220?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110350303171842220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110350303171842220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110350303171842220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110350303171842220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/12/wheeee.html' title='Wheeee'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110350295935315289</id><published>2004-12-19T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T19:35:59.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>walking in the winter wonderland</title><content type='html'>One last exam and i'm good to go. Hopefully i'll kick the ass out of the calc test. It'll be a good start to my break!! Wheee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks having to pack my luggage, clean my room and study at the same time. Between contemplating what to bring for the break and memorizing math formulas, my brain is starting to turn to mush. elks. I'm hoping i will be done with everything tomorrow and be ready to fly off on the day after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. it's getting real cold here. It's supposed to snow tomorrow. According to predictions, it's should be from -5 degrees to -15 degree celsius. wahhhhhhh. I'm not good with the cold. AT ALL!! What am i to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, xmas is coming up and that's all that matters. Yippees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dreaming of a white christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 06:15pm Dec 19 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110350295935315289?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110350295935315289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110350295935315289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110350295935315289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110350295935315289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/12/walking-in-winter-wonderland.html' title='walking in the winter wonderland'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110326445562330248</id><published>2004-12-17T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T01:29:41.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>starry starry night</title><content type='html'>Hahas. I can't help but gloat. I am almost done with my exams and everyone still has a shitload of it to go through. Hahas. *Pardon my french*. Anyways, life's pretty boring. I have been getting 4 hours of sleep every night for this past week. Sleeping at 5 and getting up at 9. Let me tell you, i'm looking mighty close to mr. panda's cousin. Darn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad the break is coming. I bet i'm going to suck at skiing. Hmm.. or maybe i could have this hidden talent that has always been waiting to burst free. *Huge grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my dad is going to get me a new phone, and i'm going to receive at the end of winter!! Yippees. And i'm going to get an MP3 player when i go back too. Looks like my dad really misses me. :)))))) hahas. It's good to be daddy's lil girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to 'The Bodyguard' soundtrack. Awesome stuff i tell you. I wonder how Whitney Houston houses such large lungs in her body. But then again, i don't really want to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ah-yee-aaaaa will always love you.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 01:12am Dec 17 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110326445562330248?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110326445562330248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110326445562330248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110326445562330248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110326445562330248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/12/starry-starry-night.html' title='starry starry night'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110296242015930396</id><published>2004-12-13T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T13:27:00.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>answer the phone, i know you're at home</title><content type='html'>Ok, i am just going to get it over and done with and explain to the people who want to know what skype is. It's some online telephoney thing. Which is really cool because people, people, you get to talk to me for free online! Hahas. You get a headset with a mic, plug it in, and start talking. Of course, please download the program off the net first, otehrwise i promise you, you will look mighty stupid with a mic stuck to your face and no one on the other line. So.. (I'm sorry lings, i couldn't control myself.) Oh yeah, and let me tell you, if your user name is a feminine one, you will have alot of guys from random places calling you. So if you like the sexy french men, or the husky spaniards, you have to d/l this. And of course, there is me!!!! But i digress. What i wanted to say is that, these random phone calls won't bother you, because you can easily hang up, and the people won't persist. I promise you. So *pitiful dog eyes*, will i be getting any calls soon???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. But if anyone wants to know more, please just ask me, or if you know lings, su, or esta, go ask them. It's really easy, and i really need  to hear a familiar voice soon, otherwise, i might just develop the phony american accent. Eeellllkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 01:16pm Dec 13 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110296242015930396?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110296242015930396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110296242015930396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110296242015930396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110296242015930396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/12/answer-phone-i-know-youre-at-home.html' title='answer the phone, i know you&apos;re at home'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110271506423972959</id><published>2004-12-10T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T16:44:24.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tick-tock</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh. I haven't been blogging in such a long time. Hmmm.. well, just so everyone knows, I'M KNITTING!! I'm doing this skinny scarf for my dad as a first and hopefully successful attempt. Yay for me! hahas. I'm turning into such an old grandmama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been such a bad day. I'm pissed off at the world (and someone - not the same person!!), and i just found out that my spanish exam would be scheduled for tomorrow instead of 2 weeks later because of special circumstances. Damn it. I haven't even started studying and its tomorrow!! AHHHHHHH! Is this my biggest nightmare come true or what?? (what kind of pathetic person am i if my biggest nightmare has to do with exams??) So anyways, i plan to cram tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?? I'm going to UTAH, Salt lake city for the break. To SKI!! Yippees. Then for the new year, we'll drive down to LAS VEGAS!! Sounds like a plan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully i'll make it through this period and still be alive enough to go on the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 04:27pm Dec 10 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110271506423972959?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110271506423972959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110271506423972959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110271506423972959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110271506423972959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/12/tick-tock.html' title='tick-tock'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110089985243704312</id><published>2004-11-19T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T16:30:52.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>circles of darkness</title><content type='html'>Val made my day! She called me! Yay for her! Hahas. And all those who hadn't already called but promised such a long time ago.... SHAME ON YOU!! *tsk tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is now officially boring. Which really sucks. There's nothing to do but homework. *Dryly* Sounds like fun does it not? Haha. Oh well. Story of my life. I'm just counting down the days to thanksgiving. It's on tuesday, but i have lessons till 5.45pm. AHHHHHHH! *Runs screaming* But at least i get the week off. Why won't my parents ship me back home? Haha. I'm in such a bad mood. Tired. Looks like sleeping at 4 in the morning is not such a good idea. (Get the title now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed is beckoning to me, so i am just going to ditch whatever lame attempt this is to write something scintillating and interesting, and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 04:08pm Nov 19 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110089985243704312?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110089985243704312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110089985243704312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110089985243704312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110089985243704312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/11/circles-of-darkness_19.html' title='circles of darkness'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110048751787425177</id><published>2004-11-14T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T21:58:37.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hidee ho</title><content type='html'>Went to UPENN yesterday to party. Ended up going to the frat houses because Michaela (who was supposed to bring us to this party) wanted to stay in with her boyfriend. Boring. I really thought there would be more action. REally disappointed. Boo. People were very friendly though. Maybe a little too friendly. Especially the boys. But a really cool experience anyhow. And i literally mean 'cool'. I think it must have been around -2 degrees or something. And all i had on was a light jacket and a tank top. With jeans!! I must have been out of my mind. But the outfit, if i must say so myself, was really cute. It was from A|X and i was so proud of it!!! Haha. But i digress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, i was really whacked yesterday. Drank a little and went mad alot. Haha. But it was fun. But after that i felt really sick though. BUt i definitely wasn't drunk. I don't think i would have allowed myself to get drunk. Especially since i'm not at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i made a promise to myself. I will never drink too much again. I don't get drunk, just sick. Which really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not my kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 09:57pm Nov 14 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110048751787425177?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110048751787425177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110048751787425177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110048751787425177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110048751787425177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/11/hidee-ho.html' title='hidee ho'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-110012433610378195</id><published>2004-11-10T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T00:39:03.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>washboard</title><content type='html'>OK EVERYONE!!! I need your opinion. Yay or nay to getting a belly piercing? Of course, if my parents ever knew, they would.. let's just say, it wouldn't be pretty. But these few days, i have been giving it serious thought and consideration. I really a second opinion!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 05:04pm Nov 10 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-110012433610378195?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/110012433610378195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=110012433610378195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110012433610378195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/110012433610378195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/11/washboard.html' title='washboard'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109987876632980320</id><published>2004-11-07T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:52:46.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Poe</title><content type='html'>Poe. Currently my favorite poet. (What a nerd i've turned into. What a shame.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabel Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was many and many a year ago,&lt;br /&gt;In a kingdom by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;That a maiden there lived whom you may know&lt;br /&gt;By the name of ANNABEL LEE;&lt;br /&gt;And this maiden she lived with no other thought&lt;br /&gt;Than to love and be loved by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a child and she was a child,&lt;br /&gt;In this kingdom by the sea;&lt;br /&gt;But we loved with a love that was more than love-&lt;br /&gt;I and my Annabel Lee;&lt;br /&gt;With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven&lt;br /&gt;Coveted her and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the reason that, long ago,&lt;br /&gt;In this kingdom by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful Annabel Lee;&lt;br /&gt;So that her highborn kinsman came&lt;br /&gt;And bore her away from me,&lt;br /&gt;To shut her up in a sepulchre&lt;br /&gt;In this kingdom by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angels, not half so happy in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Went envying her and me-&lt;br /&gt;Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,&lt;br /&gt;In this kingdom by the sea)&lt;br /&gt;That the wind came out of the cloud by night,&lt;br /&gt;Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our love it was stronger by far than the love&lt;br /&gt;Of those who were older than we-&lt;br /&gt;Of many far wiser than we-&lt;br /&gt;And neither the angels in heaven above,&lt;br /&gt;Nor the demons down under the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Can ever dissever my soul from the soul&lt;br /&gt;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;&lt;br /&gt;And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;&lt;br /&gt;And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side&lt;br /&gt;Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,&lt;br /&gt;In the sepulchre there by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;In her tomb by the sounding sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so sad? A love so sad, yet so strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a zen. Ohhmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 08:47pm Nov 07 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109987876632980320?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109987876632980320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109987876632980320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109987876632980320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109987876632980320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/11/tribute-to-poe.html' title='Tribute to Poe'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109971263239343945</id><published>2004-11-05T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T22:43:52.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lose my breath</title><content type='html'>Holiday for everyone back home. And poor me. Stuck here with shitloads of exams. Sigh. I'll get through it somehow. CAn't wait for thanksgiving though. Going to stay with this awesome lady. Yay. We're bunking in the attic. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the dec hols makes me sad. I really miss the times when me and my girls would get hang out and make stupid jokes and laugh (we don't giggle!) and stuff like that. Like sushi lunches, chick-flick movies, dinner at nydc. *Now i'm really sad.* I really really want to be home. WIth everyone who matters. I miss the girl talk. There's no one here to really have heart to heart talks. The stuff that i really really feel (the really deep stuff) and need to tell someone.. there's no one here for me. Weird stuff is going on right now (it's not bad, just weird) and i can't find anyone who would listen and give me the right responses. LIke the oohs and ahhs and giggles (ok, so i lied, my friends giggle. I certainly don't *i hope*.) Just the girl stuff. SO tings if you're reading this, i was real glad you were there, even if it were for a short while. I felt really loved when you were nagging me about eating right and giving me advice on stuff. *grin*. If someone*ahem* would call soon, you wouldn't be so clueless. Haha. People here are great, but all my real gfs are from home! MISS YOU GUYS! (ok, let me tell you, this is super weird for me. I mean, do you typically see me gushing and stuff like that? Freaks me out quite a bit actually. But.. just indulge me yeah?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol, geri!! (I'm not sure if the rest read this) please call me. Please... *Pitiful doggy eyes* It's really not that ex. My mom talked to me for half an hour and it was like.. only 2 bucks. Just consider it good investment ok? And the lings, su and esta.. i'm still waiting. *time's a-ticking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to say, but i don't know if it's appropriate to say it here. I mean, it's not x-rated or anything (heaven forbid!!), but it's private and it's just my stuff. Only my girls should know. (everyone who's close to me.. my clique, my sushi clique, my class clique - van, you're included too!, and everyone else in between.) I miss you guys so much it's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia. You guys are always always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 10:24pm Nov 05 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109971263239343945?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109971263239343945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109971263239343945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109971263239343945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109971263239343945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/11/lose-my-breath.html' title='lose my breath'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109944311684272854</id><published>2004-11-02T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T19:53:52.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid mistake</title><content type='html'>Ok, so i was wrong. America has about 290,000,000 people. Does that make it better? SO now you know, the American really DO care about their country. Hmmm.. my guess was pretty close, no? Ok, maybe not. But hey, i made up that number all on my own, so it's pretty good if you ask me. If i'm not wrong, the election results are coming out tonight. But then again you never know cause things can get a little (ok, alot) screwy around here. SO it's the battle between Texas cowboy Bush (Yeehah!!) and horseface Kerry (Neeigh). LIke it'll make a huge difference. Hah. Seriously, Kerry, why do you need to rule the world when you already rule the ketchup kingdom with Mrs Heinz?? Really. Some people are never contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So do you think i would go for a party as a banana? You gotta be kidding. SOmeone as cool as me? (Ok, so i jest.)  Haha. In the end, pitiful nerdy me ended up watching tv in my room. Actually, i couldn't be bothered. I'm going into hibernation mode because winter is coming. SIgh. Story of my life. Really. I need to go out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 07:40pm Nov 02 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109944311684272854?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109944311684272854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109944311684272854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109944311684272854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109944311684272854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/11/stupid-mistake.html' title='Stupid mistake'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109932219933929911</id><published>2004-11-01T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T10:16:39.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions decisions</title><content type='html'>Ok. Daylight savings has started so now officially, I am 13 hours behind, not 12. Confusing i know, even i'm still trying to get through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was just a little something. (So ling, when you call, make sure you take that into consideration now!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, just a little note. Do you know that the president for the last election (ie BUSH) was decided by a total of 537 votes? Not 537 hundred or 537 thousand votes, but 537 votes. Out of what, 40,000,000 people? (Ok, i made that number up, but i'm pretty sure america has about 40,000,000 people right??) Yeah. But that's not the point. A bloody huge population they have and no one bothers to vote. Seriously, it says quite alot about them. I was pretty shocked. Seriously shocked, in fact. HAha, no wonder now they are telling everyone: "ROCK THE VOTE" or "VOTE OR DIE". Real 'smart' if you ask me, and if that's the way they want to do it.. so be it. NOne of my frigging business. They target the teens to vote and they end up getting voting slips with crap like Clinton or Michael Jackson (Heaven forbid!) written on it. That's how mature and intelligent they are. RIght. Very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. my fellow SIngaporeans, make sure when you vote, you know that you are making a stand, otherwise you might end up like America, getting bombed every other day and dissed by every other nation. (Oh yeah, i forgot, we can't vote yet. So scratch that.) But you get the idea.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 10:06am Nov 01 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109932219933929911?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109932219933929911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109932219933929911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109932219933929911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109932219933929911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/11/decisions-decisions.html' title='decisions decisions'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109871439073149831</id><published>2004-10-25T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T10:26:30.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hocus Pocus</title><content type='html'>Halloween is approaching. Damn. There's a party in UPenn, and the problem is, alot of people are going to dress up. I'm not sure if I should do that. Firstly cause it involves money and secondly, i have to do it fast because the weekend will be here before i know it. Damn damn damn. So problematic. WTC. (C stands for crap yah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is going as this sexy army girl thingy and maybe i'll go as a banana. AHHH. My greatest nightmare. I don't even like to eat bananas. Hahas. It's yellow and squishy. Erh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing a little, I really miss Rachael John... GIRL.. YOU BETTER EMAIL ME SOON. And don't make stupid comments on my entries ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to eat now. A cookie. Chocolatey chip. Yippee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm so easily satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 09:59am Oct 25 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109871439073149831?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109871439073149831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109871439073149831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109871439073149831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109871439073149831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/10/hocus-pocus.html' title='Hocus Pocus'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109831129468652113</id><published>2004-10-20T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T18:28:14.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sex-say</title><content type='html'>Returned from New York 2 days ago and i'm sick!! AHHHHH. I'm miserable and it's cold. But anyhow. I want to talk about new york. Hahah.  I saw the Trump hotel and building. Phwoar. It's nice and big and shiny. *in awe* You have no idea. I also saw the Bad Boy Label building and the David Letterman show building. Hahas. NEW YORK NEW YORK! But of course, a trip to ny is never complete if you don't go shopping, and shopping i did. And i really mean shopping. I even went in A|X. (BAO!! YOU BETTER NOT RAT ON ME!) Bought a freaking awesome blouse. Yeehah! Let me tell you, shopping is the funnest thing you can do in ny. Seriously, even with all the awesome sights. I went to Gap, Warehouse, Armani Exchange, Esprit, Macy's... But.. I held myself back. It was so tough.. so so tough. I almost bought this tommy hilfiger sweatshirt, then i was enlightened and decided against it. I mean, $38 for a sweatshirt is still a little ex for me. Considering it was totally plain and it was the colour of seaweed. Bare in mind.. I'm talking in terms of US$!! So that's a x1.72 or something. I just multiply the price by two so that it is easier to curb myself. haha. But i did splurge abit. Just a teeny weeny bit. TEENY WEENY! But i might work to make up for it. Everyone here works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we went to see real cool stuff... like visit the museum where i accumulated much vital knowledge. Oh yeah, did i mention the name  of that museum? It's the MUSEUM OF SEX!! I swear, that museum is just an excuse to exhibit porn. And let me tell you, the Victorians were one naughty bunch. They had pictures of the ladies using dildos and having sex. I swear, i almost couldn't look, but i wasn't going to let my money go to waste. Hahas. And the chinese... tsk tsk. Let's just say that we aren't that much better either. Gay and lesbian stuff were real hot in the kingdoms when there were emperors, let me tell you. Threesomes were also the thing man. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. Oh crap, my eye hurts. Let me go check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit shit shit. My eye is swelling. SWELLING. LITERALLY. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN? I HAVE TO GO SEE THE DOCTOR. SHIT!!! Could it be an allergic reaction to the medicine i just took??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 05:59pm Oct 20 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109831129468652113?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109831129468652113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109831129468652113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109831129468652113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109831129468652113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/10/sex-say.html' title='sex-say'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109742856036496012</id><published>2004-10-10T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T13:16:00.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple chalk</title><content type='html'>Just to check, we don't really have purple chalks back home right? My teacher was using one and i almost hyperventilated at the sight of a PURPLE CHALK!! A PURPLE CHALK!! haha. Seriously, i was pretty amazed at that colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went clubbing last week. FUNN! But it's so different. Guys are scary here too. Boo. I miss my girlfriends at times like this. Sad. I wish everyone was here! The club names here are the weirdest. One is called 'Egypt' (which really isn't so bad) and another is called 'Shampoo'. Hahs. wth?? But really, it's pretty cute yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School pretty much sucks now because it's the midterms. Bear in mind, it's not mid years or anything. MID TERMS!! who in hell takes midterms?? (Ok me. but that's not the point) I have only been here for 1 1/2 months!! Damn. But.. next week is fall break. Only 4 days though. And i have big plans.. No no, scratch that, i have HHUUUGGGEEEE plans. I"M GOING TO NEW YORK!! Yeehah!! I'm going to Times Square, going to check out the Statue of Liberty, going to watch a musical (which is so bloody ex, i might have to reconsider), and going SHOPPING!!! That should take up the bulk of my plans!! *Huge Smiley* (which is kind of freaky cause i'm grinning at my com while writing this). But doesn't it sound great? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. I'm so tired. I'm been sleeping at 4. Which is not good. My eyebags are so large that it is the only thing you see of my face. Gross. EEEEWWW. I need to do something about it. Pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... it's sleepy time (and i just woke up!) haahs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOE!! JUST SO YOU KNOW. MY ADDRESS IS '2449 CARDINAL AVENUE UNIT 1216, PHILADELPHIA, PA, 19131-1341' haah. ok? now you cannot lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 01:51pm Oct 10 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109742856036496012?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109742856036496012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109742856036496012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109742856036496012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109742856036496012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/10/purple-chalk.html' title='Purple chalk'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109607713412470039</id><published>2004-09-24T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T21:52:14.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>southside</title><content type='html'>We're experiencing Indian Summer now. For those who don't know, it means that the summer is unnaturally long. It's still pretty warm here. Bloody fantastic if you ask me. I don't know how i'm going to handle the cold. I was thinking.. maybe i brought the sun here. Hahas. I wonder how cold it's gonna get. Last year, it was like.. -20 degreeC. But i'm hopeful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out tomorrow and the day after. Yippee. It's going to be pretty awesome. But (just so you know, baoyu) i haven't been spending much money!! (damn, don't go tell on me) haha. But i'm really thrifty now, or at least i think so. I don't spend money opther than on food. I think the freshman 15 is gonna happen to me. AHHH!! I don't want to put on 15 pounds, but i just keep stuffing my face. And you know our american friends and their 'delicious' cuisine. Pasta and pizza free for all. Elk. Just yesterday i was fantasizing about satay. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i love britney's new song!! WOohoo. "My Perogative". Super awesome. It even has her husband in the mtv. The coolest thing ever (right now anyway). Not her husband, just the song. Go listen to it. I'm not sure if it's out there yet, but it should be. I'm not a big britney fan, but she does the occasional good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were nicer parties here, instead of the typical booze party. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 09:27pm Sep 24 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109607713412470039?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109607713412470039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109607713412470039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109607713412470039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109607713412470039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/09/southside.html' title='southside'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109546712084008478</id><published>2004-09-17T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T20:27:23.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grey skies</title><content type='html'>It's a Friday again. Yips. It's boring here so we're going to Washington D.C. tomorrow. A 3 hour drive. Boo. But still, it's better than being stuck in this rut. Woohoo. Just as i'm typing this, i'm being invited out to a club. Yeehah! I'm a party animal!!! Hahahahah. Just joking, just joking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I want to write more, but... there's CSI on, so I got to go.. HAHAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 06:21pm Sep 17 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109546712084008478?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109546712084008478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109546712084008478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109546712084008478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109546712084008478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/09/grey-skies.html' title='grey skies'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109494424928482984</id><published>2004-09-11T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T19:10:49.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>driving me crazy</title><content type='html'>Urh! Someone here is driving me up the wall. Shit man. She is pissing me off so bad that i feel like tearing my hair out.. ummm.. come to think of it, no no, i feel like tearing her hair out. She keeps imitating me. It's like every single thing i do, she has to do too. Even the way i tie my hair, she feels obliged to tie it the same way. WTF! I am going to blow up at her one day. I swear i'm gonna give her a piece of my mind. Damn it. And she still has the cheek to ask me if i want to share my woes with her. All i can say is, "EAT SHIT AND DIE!" (I always thought that phrase was funny, but now i mean it) AHHHHH!! I was invited to some party and someone asked her to tell me, but did she? NOOO! SHe feels obliged to be my mom and make that decision foe me. She didn't tell it till it was too late, till the person already left! I really can't stand her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to vent my anger soon, real soon, or i will just rip her into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 07:03pm Sep 11 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109494424928482984?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109494424928482984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109494424928482984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109494424928482984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109494424928482984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/09/driving-me-crazy.html' title='driving me crazy'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109486505735847770</id><published>2004-09-10T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T21:10:57.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>glut</title><content type='html'>yippees!! The weekend is finally here. *groan in ecstacy* Sleeeppp.. I've been staying up all night to watch CSI that I don't get enough sleep. I really don't have my priorities right. Hahs. I just ordered chinese food, wanton soon and kway tiao. Can't wait cause i swear i can hear my stomach is screaming. I was having lectures and classes and there my stomach was, groaning in hunger. My god. And i had to pretend that i didnt hear it. I don't know if anyone else heard it, but no one showed any reaction. Phew. *mops sweat* Anyways, I am so hungry i can hardly type. In fact, i'm always hungry, but i look pretty emaciated. Boo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a party tomorrow, and i don't know whether to go. Hmmm.. something to ponder about. And there's another one on tues. But.. because being the good girl that i am , i'll probably definitely not go for the one on tues (doesn't really make sense). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I watched COLD MOUNTAIN for linguistic class. Let me tell you, Jude law is one hot mama (ummm.. you get the idea). Very cute. Hahas. i watched it before but i forgot most of the stuff in it. Now i have to write a summary on war. Ahhhh.. I really don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novelty of Spanish classes has diminished greatly, especially since i have a major test on Friday, and... the whole freaking paper is written in spanish. Let me just say, the amount of spanish i know now consist of 2 words. Gracias, and hola. That's it. HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO WELL IN IT??? I am such a poor soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000,"&gt;posted at 08:00pm Sep 11 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109486505735847770?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109486505735847770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109486505735847770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109486505735847770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109486505735847770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/09/glut.html' title='glut'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109459845236804412</id><published>2004-09-07T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T19:07:32.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day</title><content type='html'>I love american TV. They have all kinds of shows. They show CSI 24/7 and they show super cool movies like Dirty Dancing Havana Nights... Yeehah! What can i say? I just adore american tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I went to south street 2 days ago with my dorm mates and it was pretty weird.. but in a nice way. Bought a pair of earrings and a scarfy kinda belt. Pretty. It's shades of green, my favourite color. I know i am supposed to save my money, but the stuff were not that expensive anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. That is one of the few happy memories. I am just so loaded with homework that i don't have time for anything else. They seriously pile on the number of essays you have to do. BOOO!!! I can't wait for another holiday to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm.. let's see, what else? oh yeah. the parties here are pretty shitty cause they are all booze parties. You have to be 21 before you are allowed into the clubs. So i'm way underage. People here drink like they yearn for liver problems. They have kegs and kegs of beer that they polish off even before the party is halfway through. And... they smoke weed. Like, lots and lots of them smoke weed. Scary. Like on weekends, any guys that are walking around campus are almost always stoned. Hahas. So predictable. But still.. it's an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now. Till the next time.. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span space="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 06:44pm Sep 07 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109459845236804412?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109459845236804412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109459845236804412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109459845236804412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109459845236804412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-another-day.html' title='just another day'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109407306982220151</id><published>2004-09-01T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T17:12:26.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hola!</title><content type='html'>Whee.. My dad's here and we're going for good chinese food. YUps. I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten the whole of today. Sigh, without my mom, i'm really not eating right. I need my mommy. I can literally hear my stomach screaming out in hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIppees. I dropped computing. Thank god! So now, i have 2 eng lessons, spanish(!!!), calculus, and psych. Hahas. Spanish was fun. Had to read out all the spanish words, and i didn't know how to! But after i was done, the teacher asked me if i had learnt it before. That's a good sign right? *i hope so* Otherwise i was grinning like a fool in class for nothing. And let me tell you, the calculus is chicken feet. We did inequalities and gradient of graphs!! hahas. funny. maybe i'll promote myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till then, dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 5:15pm Sep 02 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109407306982220151?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109407306982220151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109407306982220151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109407306982220151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109407306982220151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/09/hola.html' title='hola!'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109390831621635280</id><published>2004-08-30T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T19:25:16.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>touch down</title><content type='html'>Finally, i'm connected to the world again. Been here for 6 days, and just got over jet lag. First lessons today. Computing and psychology. Boring. Starting to settle down but it's still a freaking new experience. My housemates are nice, esp the ones next door, so i'm really lucky. It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, GOOD NEWS!! I passed my grade 8 exam!! On the first try too!! WHee. My god, it was so unexpected. Hahas. I mean, after the whole pig trotters thing, it's such a wonder mr i-look-like-richard-branson decided to pass me. So it's on to diploma next. Wahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few days before, I went sight seeing with Prof Fleming and family. Her kids are super duper cute. It's so heart-warming when the little boy asks, "When will I see you again?" And he's only 3!! Ahhh.. The girl is also so sweet and pretty. I'll post the photos up soon so that everyone can see the cutie-pies. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... well, i really miss everyone, but i think it'll take sometime before i blog again. So tc and leave me a note just so i know yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 07:06pm Aug 31 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109390831621635280?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109390831621635280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109390831621635280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109390831621635280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109390831621635280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/08/touch-down.html' title='touch down'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109318594296250538</id><published>2004-08-22T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:45:42.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the edge</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was nice. Met up with geri, manda, shoe and val. They were absolutely the sweetest. Worried for me and telling me all sorts of stuff I should and shouldn't do. I really do love them. It was bittersweet, very nostalgic, very melancholic. The gathering of old friends was comforting, but now i feel like i have so many things that i have to leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geks called this morning, that darling girl. She was upset before because she didn't realise i was leaving on Tues. Don't be, geks. You're still my precious. ilu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my other friends I have and haven't met recently, I wish I had the chance to see you guys, but just know that you'll always be close to my heart. (I sound like I'm going to die!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating at the coffeeshop with my family just now when suddenly I felt this weight on my heart. At last, it hit me. It's happening too soon. Hopefully, i'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 10:33pm Aug 22 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109318594296250538?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109318594296250538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109318594296250538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109318594296250538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109318594296250538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/08/over-edge.html' title='Over the edge'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109297796330022664</id><published>2004-08-20T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:59:23.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nearing the end</title><content type='html'>I have so much packing to do it's killing me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 12:56pm Aug 20 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109297796330022664?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109297796330022664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109297796330022664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109297796330022664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109297796330022664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/08/nearing-end.html' title='nearing the end'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109284085476147223</id><published>2004-08-18T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T10:54:14.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St Nicholas greets you, our lovely convent</title><content type='html'>What a tiring day! Had plans to go back to st nix today. But first, I had to make a stop at my optician all the way at Chinatown. Sigh. So far. They used to be located elsewhere, and my dad used to go there all the time to make his glasses. So I'm following tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the house early so that I'd be on time to meet susan and esta. (All thanks to you guys I didn't know lings was going!) Just as i was near Orchard, my mom called me to say that the optician said not to go down because they were not done!! So there i was, in the train, too early to go to school, and too late to go back home. So i decided to do some shopping. My sis clearly specified that for a farewell gift *and i thought the one who was leaving was supposed to get the gift!*, I was to get her a bag and some really jammin' pants. &lt;em&gt;Right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Flash and Splash to get her a STUSSY bag. Then being the fair (pun NOT intended) person I am, I went down to Royal Sporting House to get my brother a REEBOK bag. Now I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the main event for the day! Realized that lings was also going back to school. Yipps. So we meet and hand in hand *yuck, sounds lesbian*, we went to the staff room. Saw dear Mrs Christina Tan, the best math teacher ever! Chatted for almost 45 mins before the other two came. What a deja vu feeling. Chatting with Mrs Tan in the staff room while the other teachers gossiped about some other person. Hahas. The good ole' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had orange bowl! yums. Somehow, that stall is really one of a kind. Must be the chilli. We sat there and chatted until Mrs Tan came to join us. Then we chatted some more. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Susan, sorry for suan-ning you! We just can't help it! *oops!*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left for dinner at macs, we pranced around the school just to reminisce. The beautifully painted classes, the airy corridors, the plentiful mirrors everywhere. Sigh. For once, it felt like we were back in St Nix, loitering around after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. truly, the good ole' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 10:21pm Aug 18 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109284085476147223?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109284085476147223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109284085476147223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109284085476147223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109284085476147223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/08/st-nicholas-greets-you-our-lovely.html' title='St Nicholas greets you, our lovely convent'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109276131886568387</id><published>2004-08-17T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T12:50:38.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair today, gone tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I CUT MY HAIR! Feels like a burden off my shoulder even though i look like a dork. The tremendous weight is off. Yipps. But as much as I'm happy about the "yay! less hair, lighter head *not literally* " part, I really do look like a frigging moron. Hmmm.. put it this way, I looked like a slightly longer-haired version of Velma from Scooby-Doo. Ok, maybe not. But in my mind's-eye, that's what i look like. For those for you who dig that look, ooops! She's just not my type. I don't have that horrid, "hey, i measured my hair with a ruler before i cut it" fringe. THANK GOD. But the hairdresser really did a not-so-good job (but that doesn't change my faith in Supercuts. GO SUPERCUTS!!). But.. no fret! My hair is not all that short (up till my collarbone), so it'll grow back fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized I'm quite a stuttering moron. When I was cutting my hair, this nice man pointed to that book i was reading - what else? The Da Vinci's Code, &lt;em&gt;duh -&lt;/em&gt; and asked me if it was a good book. The conversation was as scintillating as watching paint dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: How's that book? I've seen everyone reading it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's good. (then turns back to my book)&lt;br /&gt;Man: So what's it? A thriller?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. (then turns back to book)&lt;br /&gt;Man: Looks like it's worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, it is. (then turns back to book)&lt;br /&gt;Hairdresser (after hearing that excruciatingly awkward conversation, comes to the rescue): Yeah, I see before. Everyone nowadays read books like that hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadaa yadaa. I need to brush up on my PR skills man. &lt;em&gt;Darn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted on 12:30am Aug 18 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109276131886568387?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109276131886568387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109276131886568387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109276131886568387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109276131886568387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/08/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair today, gone tomorrow'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109224596397751423</id><published>2004-08-11T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T13:39:23.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Supplies!!!</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was one of the funnest day recently for me. Yay!! Met with lings, su and esta. Went for sushi. Sat at suki for about 2 hours, busy stuffing our faces and catching up. Took alot of photos and will upload it soon. (Heard that, lings and esta? Keep rushing me, as if my brother's going to eat up the film)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took really really really pretty neoprints. (Ummm.. how to put this tactfully, i mean on the whole, the neoprints were pretty. Lings, don't get the wrong idea that i was talking about you ok?) My god, the 4 of us are dopes when it comes to neoprints. Spent so much time decorating ONE ugly - i mean the deco, not the pic - picture that the rest were left bare and boring. Truly, esther and I are the only ones who know who the masterminds are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So the day ended wih a blast and can't wait for the next outing. Btw, sorry jac and carol.. i didn't mean not to join you. (Shit, i sound like the long winded slogan for "Sisters", which says,  'Don't look up if you don't dare'. What's up with that man? Can't they just say "Look up if you dare"? Bahh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm happy! Just found out today that my dorm isn't exactly a dorm. Ummm.. i just confused myself. *Thinks about it for a while* Ok, got it. I'm staying in a hall, called Quirk Hall. (Ok, before you start thinking i'm going to The University for the Crazies, my hall as named after a dude ok?) Yay! I'm lucky because halls are actually reserved for the sophomores, juniors, and seniors, not freshmen like me. Also reserved for the sororities. Hmmm.. is that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'm happy because that means i won't be staying in a closet! And it's all girls too. (I suspect my dad held a gun to the coordinator's head and insisted i not stay in a co-ed building.) But wth, as long as i have extra space, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 01:16am Aug 12 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109224596397751423?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109224596397751423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109224596397751423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109224596397751423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109224596397751423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/08/supplies.html' title='Supplies!!!'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109207447017453730</id><published>2004-08-09T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T14:16:26.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>Yay!! It's National Day. Or more like.. it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; national day. In celebration, i baked some cookies. (Ok, so i didn't exactly bake. I enrolled the help of Betty Crocker. Hey! I'm an amateur, what do you expect??) Well.. I think it's yummy and chewy, so there! Hahas. And lucky lings, su and esta, they get to try it! *stop groaning, you idiots* Hmmm.. but how bad can it get anyway? Betty Crocker mixes are very &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; fool-proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And following tradition, we had pizza for dinner again for national day. It was pretty ok. But then again, i never really found pizza hut's pizza something to shout about. &lt;em&gt;Ah well..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while today (shit.. I keep forgetting it's considered yesterday) was quite fun, there's always something bugging me. If only i could make it go away. I swear, I'd do anything I can to make the days better. I'd do &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate to see her feel unwell and weak. I CAN"T TAKE IT ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder when the better days will come. &lt;em&gt;I wish it were now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how everyone is always going on about how you should tell the people you love how you feel everyday cause you never know what might happen. I always thought it was a load of psycho-babble bullshit. But as i sit here typing those words, I finally see the wisdom in it. I finally inderstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain rain go away..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 01:38am Aug 10 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109207447017453730?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109207447017453730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109207447017453730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109207447017453730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109207447017453730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/08/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109194300389770733</id><published>2004-08-08T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T01:30:03.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooo</title><content type='html'>Sweet! My aunt brought me, my sis, my bro, and 4 cousins out to eat. Trust my aunt to think that we could squeeze into one car. Yes, ONE. As in uno, satu, yi. I'm talking about your regular honda, not a 7 sitter. And also let's bear in mind that my brother isn't exactly Mr. Skinny and my other cousin looks on the way to graduating from sumo classes. Rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god. The car was probably going 10m/hr. We were very literally crawling. And of course, with our &lt;em&gt;considerate&lt;/em&gt; Singaporean drivers on the road, we got honked at &lt;strong&gt;twice&lt;/strong&gt;. But despite all the obstacles, we finally made it to suntec for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then realized that after dinner, we'd all probably be too fat to squeeze right back into the car, so the plan was actually to roll my brother all the way back home. Hahas. Of course my brother thought it was a bad joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my weird sister ate until she very nearly puked. I had to whisk her to the toilet before she gave everyone a preview of what she ate the whole day. I swear man, I live in a mad farm. With siblings like that, I can't really expect to grow up normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;em&gt;Story of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 01:08pm Aug 08 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109194300389770733?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109194300389770733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109194300389770733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109194300389770733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109194300389770733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/08/mooo.html' title='Mooo'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109180595149586618</id><published>2004-08-06T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T11:25:51.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ka-ching</title><content type='html'>Wheee.. My dad is trying to apply for a credit card for me!! That's freaking fantastic!! Hahahas. Can't help the grin on my face *a horribly wide grin that splits my face* . But then again, there's always a catch. Well, we're actually not allowed to apply for one until we're 21. Booo!! But my dad's trying to convince them to allow it for my case. Hope everything turns out well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I love Kelis's "Trick Me". How cool can a song get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might trick me once, but i won't let you trick me twice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 10:53pm Aug 06 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109180595149586618?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109180595149586618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109180595149586618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109180595149586618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109180595149586618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/08/ka-ching.html' title='ka-ching'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109154928887004258</id><published>2004-08-03T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T12:08:08.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>psyched</title><content type='html'>I just got my time schedule for my lessons for school, and well, I must say, I look pretty free. I only have one (yes!!!*pumps fist in the air*) lesson on thurs, from 4:30pm to 5:45pm. Ahhh.. this is the life... Well, maybe it's to let the freshmen adapt and everything, then things might get hellish. (Hmmm.. I'm probably right. *With much conviction* In fact, i'm darn sure I am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 courses to take for the first term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.. I have an "Intro to Information System" course. &lt;em&gt;Right&lt;/em&gt;. *dryly* That's sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's "Com &amp; Crit Think Non-Nat Sp 1". What in the holy crap (*&lt;em&gt;sheepishly&lt;/em&gt;* sorry!) is that supposed to mean? And seriously, i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. next, we preceed to "Math Calculus 1" -- geez.. And i thought i wouldn't have to worry about math again. But then again, I guess math is ok. I kinda like it actually. (Ok.. So shoot me!) But think about it this way.. with practice, you'd sooner or later get the ans. (hahas. I can talk now, but when i start, i bet i won't be so cock-sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, PSYCHOLOGY! sigh.. i'm not really sure what i want with my life, but let's keep my fingers crossed that it won't be a wrong choice. Rahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, &lt;em&gt;I'm scared. &lt;/em&gt;But hopefully, things will turn out for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 11:39pm Aug 03 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109154928887004258?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109154928887004258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109154928887004258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109154928887004258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109154928887004258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/08/psyched.html' title='psyched'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109127173385709728</id><published>2004-07-31T06:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T07:06:02.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes wide shut</title><content type='html'>I'm addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.teagames.com/tennis.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;table tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! (The online version, click to play) Which I have to shamefully admit I got from joanne's blog without asking. (Joanne, *cries in shame* forgive me!! *no, &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt;, forgive me.*) This game is bloody fun if you're asking me. But then again, my sister and brother thinks i'm off my knockers. Trust me, it's not as easy as it looks, or maybe it's just me. Bahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've got some eye problems again. It's pretty gross, take it from me. I've got some scratches on my cornea, and the membrane of my eyes are pretty slack - meaning it's not pulled taut over my eye (like a crumpled piece of tissue.. ok, so i'm exaggerating) and well, to put it simply, I'VE GOT INFECTED EYES!! My god, it seriously sucks. The pain, let me tell you, is killing me. I keep thinking i have some eyelash stuck in my eyes, so i keep pocking my fingers in and... &lt;em&gt;NOT GOOD&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. i'm going to rest my eyes.. which also means i shouldn't be blogging. &lt;em&gt;Right&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;posted at 06:39pm July 31 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109127173385709728?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109127173385709728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109127173385709728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109127173385709728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109127173385709728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/07/eyes-wide-shut.html' title='eyes wide shut'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7572090.post-109102963066876896</id><published>2004-07-28T11:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T12:21:55.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS</title><content type='html'>St Nix got double champs again for the nationals today!! WOOHOO!! We even beat the sports school. *shocking, if you ask me* hahas. St Nix seriously kicks ass.. I mean, we beat a school that actually specialises in sports. Shameful (for them), isn't it? Are we good or what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, i met darling lingx today. We&amp;nbsp;talked about everything under the sky. Fun! Really miss the days in st nix, where the weather was fine (i'm sure), and everything was dandy. Sigh.. now it's so difficult to even meet for a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the idiot who said jc life rocked? I'd like to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;posted at 11:20pm July 28 2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7572090-109102963066876896?l=vintageblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/feeds/109102963066876896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7572090&amp;postID=109102963066876896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109102963066876896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7572090/posts/default/109102963066876896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintageblack.blogspot.com/2004/07/we-are-champions.html' title='WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS'/><author><name>alex*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06372319701201700253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
